imagine your destiny is being someone's other half. being the other side of the same coin. no, you two won't get married, but it's much more serious. and this person likes you. really likes you. this person knows you. knows all these little things about you, everything except for the main secret you've kept your whole life. and you just keep killing people and lying and committing countless crimes for this person. and you feel yourself changing into the type of person you never thought you'd ever even resemble. and your family can see you getting so tired yet even more devoted. it's an obsession. but it's a mutual thing. you and your person are obsessed with each other. but you both don't talk about it for real. and over the years, you know you're going crazy and your person is going crazy because your life together is so chaotic— and the two of you are stuck together, but now, you both want that, even though your person doesn't realize you're stuck together. no, your person chooses you. over and over. your person wants you over everybody else, but will never admit it out loud to you. at least not explicitly. so you just keep trying to keep everything together. you save your person. over and over. even though you know you will never get recognition. because you're obsessed. you're in love. and after everything you've done, you still lose your person. and now, you have to wait thousands of years, wondering, "maybe, just maybe, in the short time we truly saw each other for what we were, we could have had a real chance— or not." if only you two didn't lose. anyway, this happened to my buddy merlin