Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190705070839

"No, I haven't. And..." The bright glazes ahead into uncertainty, slow to move a hand to his mask "...if we're heading to greater strife, I will not. Neither would my twin, nor our co-joined whole. Because, if this conflict really is to heighten...to a point where even our group isn't enough, then..."

His mask, afflicted by his fingers, glitches. For but a split-second. It glitches in the mirror image of another mask. Not of his, calm and serene. Not of the dark, violent and tumultuous. Nor, their joined state, the real Joseph, laughing. It was...something else "We would prefer not her to see..." He lets his sentence linger aimlessly, knowing what he implies, yet revealing no more.