We are the same in many ways, yet different.

You tell lies because that is who you are. I tell them because it has become easiest.

I have black hair like my father. Your's wasn't inherited.

We both walk above the world. You long for this. I was placed here by circumstance

You want to rule them. I want to be them.

You forsake your family. I want mine back.

You are cold from the ice in your vains. I am cold because death lives within me- always.

You relish in chaos. I try to stop it. Neither of us has purpose without it.

You are immortal by birth- an Asgardian. Mine was thrusted upon me unwillingly by an accidental deal with death. Now I am it's master.

We are almost the same person- but one who had lived two different paths. It is hard to look at you because when I do, I see with great awe and horror who I could have been...

And then I weep for the both of us.