One day, they're going to run out of things to give. All they have is each other. They've crafted their world to be so; kid one and kid two.

Striped shirts covered in dust, scattered in a dresser. A trowel sized for children dug into the fringes of a flowerbed. Those things don't make people think that hard. Sometimes kids just grow up.

They don't always just disappear.

"I told Tim something a long time ago. In the castle."

They run their thumb over their knuckles.

"I told him I could choose my consequences."