You're present. Place. Time.                    
I'm living. Breathing. Alongside you.
We're fighting on the same side.
We're present. Not together. Not yet.
When? Will we be together longer? Is there time to grow, before the fight?
What is it to be one body, two souls?
Dying and broken in the blood bath?
Killing for the other.
Sustaining the Infinite mortal cycle of vengeance.
On the same team, still refusing our two to be one.
Spill it, reveal the truth. Black and white, death and life. Simple. Are you with or only next to me?
Is it really right to bleed as one,          
And have no traces of bond? Any? None.
Did you **** the enemy for fear of losing me -
    Or for fear of losing the battle?
Did I jab his heart because I needed a partner,              
Or because I wouldn't win the war without you?
It's all synonymous, this gray correlation between light and dark. You and me. Turned the other way,       Back to the start. I am blank.
Now when my heart bleeds, will yours concede,
Or will yours be free?