We are not separate. Where there is one, there is at least part of the other. We cannot call ourselves siamese, not multiple personae... not joined so literally nor so mentally split... yet we are one another, like a double-sided plum, one that grows two rounds instead of one, formed right, but interlocked, two from the one pit. Not two, not one; there is a half we share. Inclusive, but not occlusive. Half different, but half the same. We are not meant to be separate. To remove one would leave the other as a half-spirit, and alone.