That's-- [ There comes the conflict. They're in similar situations but it's obvious their perspectives were still different. His mind briefly considers if this wasn't where that bond began that the other versions shared.
But as quickly as he has that thought he stamps it out. ] I think that's asking a lot. [ Furrowing his brow, he reaches a hand up to touch the end of the chain around his neck through the fabric of his shirt. The sharp points of the gold-leafed wings dig into the tips of his fingers. ] I don't think... we were ever meant for that kind of life.