"It's just... strange. There are people who know me who don't know me, there's echoes of me everywhere," he shakes his head, "I'm sure each one of those lives has been it's own person, the same as every soul on this star, and you're right that I'm not any different, not really," he tilts his head more into Phillip, until his lips can brush across his skin,

"But you also know that's not entirely true..." there's something darker to his voice, something that's not quite how he can get in bed or how he sounded when he was that golden-eyed version of himself, but something that takes a bit from both. And then, softer still,

"I wonder if I've found you before, even, and neither of us have known..."