at first glance both gun and daniel are people with irreconcilable differences, in their personalities and their general perception of the world around them with its people and practices.
But. the deeper you delve the more you begin to understand that they are in an interminable, incessant possession of one another. they're like flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound. their bond is forged and woven by an inevitable fate... bearers of the same terrifying gift, master and disciple, nurturer and nurtured. if you fight daniel, you taste gun's power. you cannot imagine one without being infected by the other.
like monster and machine, an imperfect devil made of flesh and bones who bleeds and is devoted to consumption, and an angel who is essentially frankenstein's monster, a series of perfections stitched in a grotesque whole, consumed by devotion. two ends on the same spectrum, united by the intangible horror of their existence, an existence that should have never been.
gun so often confuses his instincts for desire and vice versa. any display of love is violence, cloaked in deceit. offered as poison for sustenance. while love we see from daniel is simply fervor, with intent to reach out to the brutal, risk its fear and revulsion, just to touch and thus, transform it with his light. they're like two jagged pieces of an abnormality, but instead of completing each other, they eclipse. And that is the tragedy.
