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When Gemini Split
I've often wondered what it was like to die. I had seen plenty of funerals in the village and read plenty of material on the subject. It has always fascinated me, death. Pollux, you cannot die; you were born immortal. Don't bother asking me how it can be so. I've read all I could find on previous instances like this one, and I still don't understand it. Your father couldn't be a god. No, our father is a fisherman. But, I guess when Hermes, himself, comes from Zeus with a message that says just that:

– that you are immortal – who am I to disagree?

I had always taken an interest in death. How the soul leaves the body and finds its way to the ferryman. What happens to those whose relatives did not provide enough silver for the passage? Do they have to stay on the river's bank? Do they stay among us as ethereal, bodiless beings? Do they return to their bodies? Are they destroyed? Or must they swim Styx?

I wondered what it was like to stand on that shore away from my body, to step into that current-worn vessel. I always wondered, but I never expected to see it, myself; I suppose few mortals do. When I heard you were immortal, I thought, maybe I was, too. Maybe Hermes was coming any day now with my message. Maybe I would be invited to Olympos. Maybe I would be given charge of something: it needn't be large. Just a forest, or a sea. And I would rule over my forest and sea with all the benevolence and wisdom of the greatest kings. Shrines would be built to me. Fishermen and hunters would seek my guidance and pray for my protection. And I would grant it.

Always, I would grant it.

With the way things are going, I am losing faith in Hermes. Though wouldn't it be something if he came now, as I bleed, and tell me I am immortal, and give me my sea?
That would be something, alright.

I do not think teasing Caius' sheep was a good idea, brother. I know, I know, it was my idea this time. He is just so incredibly grim and his sheep so skittish, I couldn't help myself. And things have been so tense between us, I thought a prank like old times would—
How was I supposed to know he'd shoot? You couldn't have known, either, nor Fiona.

I'm still waiting for that message, Hermes!

Please don't do that, Pollux. It wasn't your fault. We've been over this. It wasn't your fault.
I'm doing my best not to, alright? It's not like I want to leave you.

No, that's a terrible idea. Don't make any deals. Do you hear me? The gods have given you a gift. If you destroy it like that, for me, I'll… I'll haunt you.
I swear I will.

Brother, please. You and Fiona are safe. You and Fiona.
Fiona and you are...
It has been you and Fiona from the start, hasn't it? I didn't want to see it. I wanted—
Never mind.

You two really look good together. You've always been good together.

The perspective from a bloody patch of grass is breathtaking. I wish I could stay here and write. Only when heading out of the building of this life does one catch a close glimpse of the walls that contain it.

But then they can never tell those still within it.

I may not be immortal, but I did get my little piece of the earth over which to watch.

Pollux, please don't blame yourself for anything. Pease don't feel guilty about what is past and gone.

Please don't pity me.

Promise me something, Pollux. Promise me you'll smile again.

I realize now, that the only thing
I have ever

I have
ever wanted
is
is

to

make

Description
When Gemini Split
I've often wondered what it was like to die. I had seen plenty of funerals in the village and read plenty of material on the subject. It has always fascinated me, death. Pollux, you cannot die; you were born immortal. Don't bother asking me how it can be so. I've read all I could find on previous instances like this one, and I still don't understand it. Your father couldn't be a god. No, our father is a fisherman. But, I guess when Hermes, himself, comes from Zeus with a message that says just that:

– that you are immortal – who am I to disagree?

I had always taken an interest in death. How the soul leaves the body and finds its way to the ferryman. What happens to those whose relatives did not provide enough silver for the passage? Do they have to stay on the river's bank? Do they stay among us as ethereal, bodiless beings? Do they return to their bodies? Are they destroyed? Or must they swim Styx?

I wondered what it was like to stand on that shore away from my body, to step into that current-worn vessel. I always wondered, but I never expected to see it, myself; I suppose few mortals do. When I heard you were immortal, I thought, maybe I was, too. Maybe Hermes was coming any day now with my message. Maybe I would be invited to Olympos. Maybe I would be given charge of something: it needn't be large. Just a forest, or a sea. And I would rule over my forest and sea with all the benevolence and wisdom of the greatest kings. Shrines would be built to me. Fishermen and hunters would seek my guidance and pray for my protection. And I would grant it.

Always, I would grant it.

With the way things are going, I am losing faith in Hermes. Though wouldn't it be something if he came now, as I bleed, and tell me I am immortal, and give me my sea?
That would be something, alright.

I do not think teasing Caius' sheep was a good idea, brother. I know, I know, it was my idea this time. He is just so incredibly grim and his sheep so skittish, I couldn't help myself. And things have been so tense between us, I thought a prank like old times would—
How was I supposed to know he'd shoot? You couldn't have known, either, nor Fiona.

I'm still waiting for that message, Hermes!

Please don't do that, Pollux. It wasn't your fault. We've been over this. It wasn't your fault.
I'm doing my best not to, alright? It's not like I want to leave you.

No, that's a terrible idea. Don't make any deals. Do you hear me? The gods have given you a gift. If you destroy it like that, for me, I'll… I'll haunt you.
I swear I will.

Brother, please. You and Fiona are safe. You and Fiona.
Fiona and you are...
It has been you and Fiona from the start, hasn't it? I didn't want to see it. I wanted—
Never mind.

You two really look good together. You've always been good together.

The perspective from a bloody patch of grass is breathtaking. I wish I could stay here and write. Only when heading out of the building of this life does one catch a close glimpse of the walls that contain it.

But then they can never tell those still within it.

I may not be immortal, but I did get my little piece of the earth over which to watch.

Pollux, please don't blame yourself for anything. Pease don't feel guilty about what is past and gone.

Please don't pity me.

Promise me something, Pollux. Promise me you'll smile again.

I realize now, that the only thing
I have ever

I have
ever wanted
is
is

to

make