Prologue
They said we were one; he was a part of me.
That boy, the one who lived.
He lived, I lived, and we lived apart, the two different halves of the same whole.
If I died, if he died, would we both die, perish together?
Were we both held by a single string, that if cut could destroy us?
When I kill him, I shall find out.
For now, I live.
So does he.