The two souls have been together their whole lives because they’re actually one soul, living in different layers during different times. The First started on the other layer - a garden - but Bad Things ™ happened and they ended up isolated until they were so close to death they had to leave. The Second was the one who saved this life ages later when exploring their new-found sight saw themselves struggling up the mountain. Knowing the future, the Second promised the First a grand adventure if they’d just dare to take the step. And the First - who had been alone for so long their world had literally crumbled around them to ruins - was so black and empty inside they only knew the song that sang through their limbs and listened.
The First went first to the glimmers for a while - captured actually while crossing the spaces - but the glimmers took pity upon them and took the First in. But Bad Things ™ happened and the First had to flee, this time coming to the middle layer where the higher frequences blend with the lower frequences like so many smushed ingredients in a sandwich. In this physical space, the First took refuge and a long life of many vessels began. Many adventures. Some good. Some bad. Some stupid. All filled with lessons that would help the First to the circle’s completion.
There has been music. Tears. Unexplained feelings. Whispered conversations to themself from the first to the other.Debates.Jokes. Most recently, a practical joke that the Second really has to pay the First back for in spades.
But things are bad. The First has trouble speaking and while they have improved, those around them do not mean well. They do not see the First as a peer nor a person. They see them as a relic of long ago and a tool, and they have come to view the second as a wrench in their daily lives.
The Second has no control of their newfound power and freedom after having spent more then 50 years bound by well-meaning people “to make them human” they guess. Flight comes and goes.
Which means of course when things have come to a head and the Second falls weeping on their desk, begging the First not to make that choice because they have Seen where it leads they cannot be heard.
I means that when the Second tries the nuclear option, as they are in a unique position to head things off at the pass, they cannot go. They cannot fly. They cannot be heard. They have been going for days and days and have depleted themselves perhaps.
The Second wishes there was a red bull for “super powers”.
The Second is also quite. Quite. Terrified at the future because no matter what they do, they cannot find a way to fix what they rightfully should be able to. Short of doing Bad Things ™ that the First-timetravelto-Second is known for. But it’s not in the Second to be that way. And they doubt they have the skill. Or the reach.
The Second will therefore come here and bleat like a little baby. Kick rocks. Whine because so many wonderful spirits have offered mysterious help over the years with no explanation on what they were “on their side” FOR, and now that they’re needed the Second’s phone line is cut.
Bleat.
Cry.
Roll around.
…
Crawl under rock. Asks the glimmers to please just pass sentence so it will end.
… The Rock then cracks the Mirror… the illusion fades… the circuit is cut. Back to Reality… back to work.