Separated. Such a calm word to describe what happened. Back then everything was chaos--loud and harsh, quick and brutal, laced with fear, hatred, loss, and betrayal. It was all quick. Much too fast, much too soon. Looking back... Albedo could pleasantly detach himself from the memories as it were, pumped full of U-DO from that one taste that everything was separated as through a film. Nothing mattered. Everything mattered.
Albedo blinked once, then raised his arm up to scratch at his face. Rubedo and his bond wasn't something he spoke about to just anyone, and the reasoning behind their physical bond was something spoke of in hushed tones. But the attraction of another set of twins hadn't worn off yet, and even as he contemplated the torture of his younger sibling, Albedo was still entranced by the kindness shown to him by two strangers. So he spoke bluntly, albeit hesitantly.
"We were... conjoined. Attached at the back." Meant to be one person, meant to have a stronger bond. "And... I don't know." He didn't actually. All of the Variants had different colored hair and eyes, even though they all looked the same. Some scientists muttered about albinism, but half of what they said turned out to be false in Albedo's mind. "We're designer children," he ended up saying. "We're genetically altered, so that might be why. Or maybe... something like an albino? I don't like sunlight, but neither does my younger brother and he has black hair."
Black to red, Nigredo. Albedo would have to see if he could change the color that poured out of the younger's skull.
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Separated. Such a calm word to describe what happened. Back then everything was chaos--loud and harsh, quick and brutal, laced with fear, hatred, loss, and betrayal. It was all quick. Much too fast, much too soon. Looking back... Albedo could pleasantly detach himself from the memories as it were, pumped full of U-DO from that one taste that everything was separated as through a film. Nothing mattered. Everything mattered.
Albedo blinked once, then raised his arm up to scratch at his face. Rubedo and his bond wasn't something he spoke about to just anyone, and the reasoning behind their physical bond was something spoke of in hushed tones. But the attraction of another set of twins hadn't worn off yet, and even as he contemplated the torture of his younger sibling, Albedo was still entranced by the kindness shown to him by two strangers. So he spoke bluntly, albeit hesitantly.
"We were... conjoined. Attached at the back." Meant to be one person, meant to have a stronger bond. "And... I don't know." He didn't actually. All of the Variants had different colored hair and eyes, even though they all looked the same. Some scientists muttered about albinism, but half of what they said turned out to be false in Albedo's mind. "We're designer children," he ended up saying. "We're genetically altered, so that might be why. Or maybe... something like an albino? I don't like sunlight, but neither does my younger brother and he has black hair."
Black to red, Nigredo. Albedo would have to see if he could change the color that poured out of the younger's skull.