Swords clash, asking who will be dominant. Neither will give up, instead forcing themselves to fight against their mirror image. Their other half. Their twin.

No matter what happens this is their constant. No matter how much their other life changes they know that they'll always have this. They know that in their crazy worlds their union can offer flawed perfection, but they'd take that over nothing.

They don't have words for what they are, they just know that, in their hearts, what they do feels right and that's all that truly matters.

In their flawed worlds it is perfection.