[ The twins mirror each other. Dark and light, yin and yang, warrior and healer. Together they comprise a whole, though Nuada would be the first to admit that they are not one soul, despite the uncanny closeness of their unique bond. Some part of him wonders, sometimes, how much things would be different if they were not the last of their kind, shouldering the heaviest of burdens.
There is a momentarily flash of relief when Nuala opens her soul to him (finally, as they were meant to be), but that spark is abruptly overwhelmed with emotions and images that he does not recognize. Nor can he fathom watching himself lift a third of the crown he has only recently decided to look for, watch his own hand slide a sword into the gut of his own father. The emotional blow is wrenching, he steps back half a pace as if someone has physically struck him.
Everything is from his sister's point of view, leaving him uncomfortably mystified as to his own reasoning. Patricide is not unknown to their kind, but it has never happened in his generation. In their generation. When the onslaught finally stops, watching his sister look up into the face of a stranger, he is shaken and horrified in near equal portions. He settles next to her on the wall and does not say anything for a long time.
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There is a momentarily flash of relief when Nuala opens her soul to him (finally, as they were meant to be), but that spark is abruptly overwhelmed with emotions and images that he does not recognize. Nor can he fathom watching himself lift a third of the crown he has only recently decided to look for, watch his own hand slide a sword into the gut of his own father. The emotional blow is wrenching, he steps back half a pace as if someone has physically struck him.
Everything is from his sister's point of view, leaving him uncomfortably mystified as to his own reasoning. Patricide is not unknown to their kind, but it has never happened in his generation. In their generation. When the onslaught finally stops, watching his sister look up into the face of a stranger, he is shaken and horrified in near equal portions. He settles next to her on the wall and does not say anything for a long time.
Then, once his emotions are his own to command: ]
Why? Why take your own life, my sister?