No one knows the feeling of losing your twin. You never feel the same, in life, death, everything is different. Time stops, tears start. It's like losing your other half (literally). It tears you apart from the inside out. No one can understand your pain, no one can help you through it, no one can get through as you slowly get so alone you just want to close your eyes and fall backward into the empty blackness that is death. No one gets the feeling of loss between twins, people never have understood the rage, the love, the sadness, and pain of being with/without someone that close. When their gone, lost in an endless void of nothing to live for. But even then it's not the same without them.
For those of you who know, I feel your pain. But for those of you who don't, it destroys you. You just want to die, feeling you have nothing to live for. I never got over my twin being gone, it ripped a hole in me, never recovering, I wanted to slowly pass along into the submission of death, in the most agonizing way possible. No one knows, no one understands.
The first world was so determined to eliminate him and send him off to the next life, but it turns out that the world just despises him in general.
Who would have thought things would turn out like this? The world wavers, trying to come to terms with the entity that has emerged within it, and the only thing keeping this being at bay is its master-or perhaps a friend? Or maybe something more?
"{Giggle} Maybe you should consider taking a break for once, Master, instead of trying to impose the will of the god onto this poor clown. {Laughter} {Laughter}"
"And I still can't figure out why you keep saying what your doing all the time when I've fixed you over 30 times already.."
Who would have thought that this serious man, who goes out at night to put people in hospitals by breaking the bones of criminals, would eventually find at least some peace when meeting this silly maid a long time ago.