Shirasu feels a sharp, awful pain in his chest as this ghost, this trick, this person who can't be here, crosses to stand before him. He should be more suspicious; he's left himself wide open to be stabbed in the heart, or attacked from behind...
"Are you me?"
... but it's all he can do to simply... not completely fall apart. Keep his expression still as possible. Stand firm.
As it is, his hand is shaking badly enough that he fumbles with the lacing on the broken mask. The half of his twin's face that is a reflection of his own is whole and unharmed. The scarred and bandaged side comes into view as Shirasu pulls the mask away.
The silence stretches out between them for another heartbeat, then two, three... ]
I am you. [ His own voice is quiet, too, and rough. ] Are you me?
[ If this is a trick, he's fallen for it. He should be ashamed. ]
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Shirasu feels a sharp, awful pain in his chest as this ghost, this trick, this person who can't be here, crosses to stand before him. He should be more suspicious; he's left himself wide open to be stabbed in the heart, or attacked from behind...
"Are you me?"
... but it's all he can do to simply... not completely fall apart. Keep his expression still as possible. Stand firm.
As it is, his hand is shaking badly enough that he fumbles with the lacing on the broken mask. The half of his twin's face that is a reflection of his own is whole and unharmed. The scarred and bandaged side comes into view as Shirasu pulls the mask away.
The silence stretches out between them for another heartbeat, then two, three... ]
I am you. [ His own voice is quiet, too, and rough. ] Are you me?
[ If this is a trick, he's fallen for it. He should be ashamed. ]