how did it feel to lose your twin?
A hand will clutch desperately at his chest, eyes wide as he tried to NOT remember, but the question brought it forth either way, forcing a sob from the young mage’s throat. He was not afraid--this fear he felt...it was an echo of his brother’s. His brother’s pain, happiness, agony, it had all been shared with Lios, as was it the other way around. They were spiritually connected as twins...something rare in their homeland.
The fear, the pain, the panic, it all washed over Lios as if it were his own, his trembling frame threatening to collapse as he relived the other’s last moments once again.
“...I had half of my soul ripped off. My brother an I...we were connected, in more than just blood. Our magic...was something we always did together. I had half of who I was...stripped away. The only part that’s left before you...is a murderer.”
He saw his brother’s face every night...to the point where he’d avoid sleeping if he could afford it. Lios was a mage in pain, lonely, having lost his way in the world. All those men he killed because of it...the fact he lacked any guilt in killing made him wonder if perhaps his conscience died with his other half.
“Take your preferred arm, no...both of your arms, and cut them off. How you have to adjust to life without something to brace yourself on...is how it feels. You can feel WHERE your missing piece is, but it will never be there again. It hurts...it all hurts. But you won’t get it, huh? Well? Well, well, well?”
“Then please...leave me alone.”