Author's Note: I've been anticipating this piece for a long time, but once I started writing it, I realised I couldn't mould the words into the shape I most desired. Therefore, I'm highly disappointed with this chapter. Ah, well; such is life.
Habit; 11
They are—we are—one; there is no division. Push and pull, move, respond. Do not think.
.shatter.
I break him and he breaks me because we are one; there is no division.
.shatter.
At times like these, they are truly two halves of a whole, and there is no way—none at all—to separate us. To do so would be to sever something sacred, beautiful; it would destroy both of them.
.shatter.
He is I. I am he. We are they; there is no division.
.shatter.
By dawn, there will be two, but now there is only one.
