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THOSE ROUND SILVER EYES SHED NO TEARS FOR ME.
You are so selfless, sweetheart sister, but we both know what you long for:
You want a family. You want a tribe, and you think you can find it in me.
I must say, there is little hope for that because you are seven times the god I am. As my twin and my other half, you hold all the midnight characteristics I so casually cast aside. I admire that.
I do. Really.
However, I beg of you. Please, do not hide. I may be the sun but without the night we cannot appreciate the true brilliance of the day. Belonging is a vague concept, my dear, but I know you recognize the quiet hums of my song.
Although I do not think I deserve your devotion, I welcome it.
