"Something like that," he confirms, "It wasn't always but we... I? reached an accord. We fought. I don't know what I would have become, if I had lost," he adds, quietly, after a moment. He just lets that sit for a moment, mostly because he needs to sit with it. He takes a deep breath,

"But he's still me," it might be surprising, considering what he'd just said, considering what he'd done that it's said without shame, just acceptance. "I think he would argue that he's the real me, what's left when all the lies are stripped away. And it's true that he's more... pure, in that way. But I think our choices define us, more than our natures. Whatever I am, I choose this."