A MAN IS A COLLECTION OF MEMORIES. he has always felt that severance, that idea of identity, more lucidly than his brothers. in his head is an assortment, sorted, sifted into categories; peter's, and MINE. a man can be two different people if you compare a path where he turned right, and one where he turned left. yet, in that muddle of organized chaos, in the willful rejection and assimilation, kaine doesn't feel hatred for everything that peter loves.
space, for one. and what kind of coincidence it is — that tales of the unknown would come from another man also named peter. it actually pisses him off a little. ❛ where the fuck are we, @starfares ? because this isn't our goddamn solar system. ❜











