Yn's POV (Minutes before his awakening)
There he stood, right in front of me. Well, I could say that I was staring at myself.
I wasn't exactly awake, nor was I unconscious. I remember accepting everything, and then the white light, and now I'm stuck here.
"So you actually want to go through everything again?" He asked as he looked at me, or at least, made it seem like he was. I could tell his attention was upon the large, crimson, glowing and pulsating red veins.
"No, I don't want to go through it all again, that's why I'm accepting everything once more"
It appeared as though my answer confused him, but he soon began to laugh lightly.
"You know, I really don't understand you, despite us technically being the same person" he began to walk around me "For some reason, you want to try and right all of your wrongs, no matter what. Your flesh, bones, even your very life. You look at it all like its some sort of possession that you can throw away at a moments notice if it can save those close to you that is" he smiled.
I shrugged "Pain is nothing new, and I can regrow new skin and bones if I really need to, and my life....has never really been mine from the moment I was made"
"yes, I know. But there is something else you feel, something else you think, though, I'm not sure I can understand it..."
I chuckled to myself, it seems odd knowing that I myself couldn't understand how I feel.
"but you know, I can't really tell which is which anymore" he spoke words that now made me confused, and it was his turn to chuckle to himself.
"Mind enlightening me?" I asked him.
He calmed down enough to speak after a moment "What I'm referring to is the two of us. Which one of us is really the split personality" he looked off into the endless whiteness of wherever we were between consciousness and unconsciousness "I mean, my memories of everything we've been through is different from yours. I see the constant slaughter, and joy coming out of it as well, which is contrary to what you remember"
The way he looked at me now, it was much different. It was soft, almost fragile. It was as if his former bloodthirsty self was gone to show a single side of weakness. "I'm tired of it. It makes my head spin. I want to know which of us is really the real Yn" he said as he raised his hand into the air, pointing his palm upwards.
After a moment, the scenery changed. We were back on the hill, but it was different this time. There, in the middle, was the sword again, the same one I had pulled out earlier, directly in front of me, and him, were two copies of the sword from the cane. To the side, a cherry blossom tree I never knew was there had sprouted up, nearly blooming with its humongous size, and the sky, for the half I was standing on, the sun had finally come up, for his side, it was still night.
The sound of him ripping the blade out of the ground gained my attention. He held it in one hand, and so, I sheathed my blade, one hand on the cane like scabbard, and the other on the handle.
"You should know what comes next..." he said softly, as if he was sad, and regretting what was about to happen.
"I know, but do we really need to do this?" I asked as I stared at him with a gaze filled with sadness.
He nodded slowly "This'll be it. There can only be one of us. If I want to become my own person, I need to kill you. And if you want to fully accept everything, and fight at full power, the first person you need to kill, is me"
I didn't want to do this, and clearly, he didn't either, not fully anyway. I didn't want to kill him, for he helped me through several different situations. he was a part of me, and I was a part of him. He made a good point, we couldn't tell who was who anymore, whether I was a split personality of him, or if he was one of me.
