#moonpuppet post

“Pain? I don’t know. Maybe. One became we while in pain. Maybe I’m still in pain. I don’t know. And yes - we. The prince and the puppeteer. All mashed together but all wrong. Puzzles pieces from one cut up and turned into two new puzzles, then tried to shove back into the first puzzle. It doesn’t work. The once-king Ambrose said it like a tree split in half, growing into two new trees that somebody pushed back together. No rights. Just wrongs. We’re not one yet. Not I. Just we.”

“ You like bacon too? One remembers not being allowed any because he liked it so much. It’s been along time since we’ve had any - I’d be angry you’re taking it if there wasn’t so much here.”

“Oh~! What a surprise - it’s been so long since I and we have been allowed to awaken.” The clearly not-Edwin looks down at himself, and makes a disappointed noise. “Oh, dear dear. It seems the one half has not been caring for himself. So lost is the one, and the other leaves him be? I and we have been sleeping too long. More threads must be connected, lest the shards and parts take full control.”