Bear

The strangeness of inhabiting a body whose mind is split into two never ceases. I used to be someone else. Someone who experienced great losses. I look like him, I talk like him, but I'm not him. I am the sentinel, ever diligent, who shield him from darkness, cold and pain. Or rather, the darkness and pain that used to surround him. The pain is gone and there's light coming from somewhere outside the ever-present mist. Had my body not been so weak from this decade of war, the cool air would be invigorating. This physical form has been pushed beyond its specifications for so long, I wonder if it ever will recuperate. Its muscles and memories atrophies more and more each day. I have served my purpose and need to die so that he, someone I can only vaguely remember, may be born again. It's all so very strange.