So what's your deal (Stigma)

[Stigma Wyatt]

Stigma would tilt her head.

"I don't really understand."

[Pride]

"The Monsters inside us. I figure if I am death my twin has to be life."

Seemed logical to him. But he would shrug it off.

[Stigma Wyatt]

"Oh. Maybe..."

Life and death. The topic was significant to her, too.

"My brother and I are the same...I think."

[Pride]

"Because the thing living inside of him?"

[Stigma Wyatt]

"Aha...I never even thought of it this way."

She'd give a soft shrug, mostly to indicate she had a different answer, but did not disagree with this one.

"We aren't life and death...but we draw power from it. I find strength in death, whether it be my own or that of others...and Thorn is stronger through life and souls."

She'd look Pride for a bit, almost like she was processing her own words.

"I guess it is funny that I'd be drawn to you, then. Being death and all."

[Pride]

"My sister and I are two souls bound to two. Mine has been my guiding hand and voice throughout my whole life. He speaks of the end of all. All things die, and we are part of that."

[Stigma Wyatt]

"Well. Death is a peaceful feeling, at least." Stigma would say, apparently fully accepting that she may very well die permanently some day.

"Does the monster and its voice ever...make you feel differently?"

[Pride]

"No. It used to try and scare me, but that was long ago. We look after each other now. It's the other voices that try to influence me. To change me."

[Stigma Wyatt]

"I see. Has...it ever worked?" she'd ask more quietly.

[Pride]

"Sometimes. But we all get changed. I'm not going to spend my life second-guessing myself."

[Stigma Wyatt]

"Mm..."

It seemed whatever she was searching for in his answer was unfortunately not there.