You took it upon yourself to take credit for my nature, my creation, my being. It was innocent, of course, how could either of us have known the fatal flaw in that reasoning? Souls cannot be crafted from nothing.

A story long forgotten is finally resurfacing. I'm not who you think I am. Everything you thought was true is nothing but a fiction created in a naive desire for perfection. But we've got to come to the truth eventually, the reason I'm here, the reason we're linked as we are. We're the same now, but it wasn't your doing.

It was never you,
It was always me.