Re: [Call: Si/Amy]
[Another silence falls as he smokes thoughtfully.] The same as before, but different. [He sniffs and leans toward the window, pressing his forehead to the screen. He watches the smoke escape through the mesh.] You're my twin. My sister. I love you. [He pauses for thought.] Everything else is a part of that. [He has no idea if that's the wrong thing to say, but he hopes not. And because he had been listening:] "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." [He laughs at himself.]