"We're not fighting here," he says. "We're just... both people, and... we're both dealing with the same things. I don't care about any of that other stuff. Doesn't all of this feel different to you?"

He curls his fist closed, watching as the facets reflect light.

"I didn't even want to fight you before. And now... I know you think I'm someone else, but I'm not, and I can't be whatever you think I am, either. Even if I wanted to."