[PP-NK-F4] Two Headed Coin (Emerath)

[Endilix 0]

On his journey of forgiveness, and his journey to reconnect with those he loved most, Endilix found himself standing in front of a small wooden door. Endilix shivered, though not as much from the cold, but more from the chill that pierced his soul. Here he stood, in front of the door to the man who stood beside him his entire life. The man who had shared a living space with him before even being born. The man who knew Endilix better than anyone, and in some cases even better than Endilix knew himself. And yet, it wasn't the knowledge that his twin possessed that frightened him, it was the fact that the knowledge hadn't been used. Emerath had made no attempts to find him. No attempts to contact him. No attempts to bring him home, or check on him. Endilix had been left to his own devices, while Emerath hid in the shadows. But in his absence, Endilix had found his way back, and perhaps Emerath knew that it was only a matter of time. Or perhaps Emerath simply didn't care anymore. Another shiver, as the thought and possible realization washed over him.

Now, all that stood between them, and between the knowledge of the truth, was a simple wooden door. Endilix felt the same fears grip his heart, the same ones that had held him back from Teion. But Endilix knew more of what to expect from Emerath. The man was cold, calculating, and would give him hell. Would put him down, and make him feel no better than the snow they trudged upon in this frozen wasteland that some considered beautiful, and others a true menace upon Aincrad. But the fear didn't stem from this, for this is what Endilix expected. The fear stemmed from a lack of these things. From a point where Emerath cared so little that he didn't even notice Endilix's presence. That the bond they shared as brothers would be so far detached, that not even a visit would be met with cold sarcasm, but pure silence. The same silence Endilix had received for so long now.

Endilix couldn't do it. This wasn't like it was with Teion. Endilix's knees felt weak, and he turned away, heat burning his cheeks, despite the frigid air surrounding him. Endilix couldn't bear to think of his brother like this, couldn't stand the fear that enveloped him. Endilix would need to try again some other day. Perhaps with a message of his coming, rather than a surprise. And then, if Endilix received no response, he wouldn't have to worry so much fearing the silence. He would have received it as expected, in a far less painful medium. And so Endilix's feet slowly turned, drawing long lines in the snow, as he turned himself away from the quaint little shop where his brother made his home and business. Away from the fears that he couldn't face. That he wasn't strong enough to handle, when he was able to handle anything else in this world. Away from his other half, the half that many believed to be the darker side of the twins, when really he was just the other head on a two headed coin. The snow crunched beneath Endilix's boots, as he carried himself away from Emerath's door, not looking back.