"The future of humans and monsters." They say, and there's no hiding how bitter the words are. Recanted like a chant that's been turned on them far too many times- because it was. Words that may have been meant kindly, and yet, they'd figured it out soon enough. One human, one barrier-- two SOULs required to cross it.

Not two bodies.

"There is something I have- something my sibling has- that the people who adopted me didn't. Without it, they were trapped. And obtaining it from me required posthumous actions."

Their smile is a mirror of that same bitterness dripping from their tone.

"It matters very little what bonds they pretended to foster- my death would always have been required."