Elwin's emotions were everywhere. He followed Atlas into his kitchen and sat when he had him sit. It was usually Roshia who would clean his wounds, never paying attention to her own. He teared up, not from the pain, but the thought of his sister shunning him. He tried to search for the words. Elwin wanted to tell Atlas, but where would he even start? "I really fucked up. Roshia cut the twin connection." He laughed sadly. "You wouldn't understand it unless you were a twin. It is like...something inside you withers away. It dies." He tried hard not to cry, laughing instead. "I brought you her for her... I wanted you two to get together. I didn't want her to go down the road she did... and instead of trying to understand her I became the people she would beat up for being judgemental towards me." He looked away, whispering in defeat, "I lost her for good."