"Then how am I supposed to know who I am? How much of me is me, and how much of me is it?" It being their shared curse, their Malkavian blood.
His fingers curled into Cian's arm. If only he could stay here, like this, forever. Could they do that? In this light, with the amount of things buzzing around his head, torpor seemed quite alluring. Just...switch off for a little bit, like a trance but without the overtones of madness.
He sniffled, nuzzling into Cian's chest. "But why? Why was he keeping it a secret anyway? Rusty was my sire too. How could he speak to me and not tell me that he was gone?" Why would Julian hold onto this information on purpose? Was he always planning to use it against him, to hurt him with it? "We're supposed to be siblings." In the only sense Kindred could have siblings, anyway.