Char Arno

Red pomegranate juice runs down Char's chin as he slowly chews one slice after another. The soft jingle of the rings on his fingers breaks the near-silence of the room.

"What a strange taste," he finally says, looking at his twin. "Sweet, but with a hint of bitterness."

Char leans back, squaring his shoulders. His blue-white hair falls across his face, obscuring his expression for a moment. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, leaving red marks.

"You know, Kamil... sometimes I think we're like that fruit. One whole, split in two." His voice is thoughtful, almost soft—a rare tone for the man who became known as the leader of the Landbreakers.

The lifeless dolls on the table around them seem slightly more numerous in the dim light. Their faded faces are turned toward the brothers, as if observing their conversation.

"Tell me," Char continues, taking another piece of garnet, "what do you see when you look at me? Your brother or a monster?"