My other self may have changed--but I still feel like we're two halves of the same (heh) medal. Or duplicates. The science of what we were--I was closer to 'my' original form, I think. Before things went twisted-wrong and broken. My medals were dormant for years, but given long enough without me, my desire for completion allowed me to hatch, so to speak.

I nod to his words and draw my hands away, stepping a little back. "Can I tell you a secret, though?" I ask, almost embarrassed. This truth is one hard to tell--made harder because it feels like the assumption is, this time, our forms are not flawed. Still, it's been bubbled up inside me for as long as I can remember, since the moment I woke up and discovered that small, sad fact. I watch Kazari's face, then look to Yummy, trying to be impassive, but waiting for his answer.

I bite my lip, look down, then back up. I hate feeling vulnerable like this. I hate giving into that. But--I have to tell someone, and at this moment, Kazari is... the only one I can trust.