I am done divulging my mind to you, my twin. In the end, what have I not confessed to you? What was left unsaid, when I clutched beseeching at your robes, unable even to crawl? What did I not promise in exchange for you to return even one of my Lights that I could no longer live without?
I begged as I had not begged before, steeped in ruin. I trusted at the last that you would protect me somehow.
That I was beyond saving even by you was not a betrayal of our love, but the fulfillment of the destiny that had been written for us the moment we were thought into being, just as our mutual incomprehension was.
You will try defend the miserable remnants of our father’s world, for that is your nature; you will never understand, and therefore I must destroy all you cherish.
But I do not hate you, my brother, not more than I hate existence itself.
No. As soon as you broke my crown, I understood; I was born for this.
