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Who am I?
The false answer slips away from him with every passing day, but he bears his partner’s name still, because he knows no other.
He asks, but only receives the deep silence of the tomb in reply. An endless labyrinth guards the answer from him, or perhaps guards him from the answer. Was he a better man, once? Or a worse one? Does he truly want to know?
Can’t it be enough to be the man he is now, forever the shadow of his companion?
He asks, but this needs no reply. Deep down, he knows the answer.