As the days passed on it became abundantly clear to their odd little family (Sister-Not-Sister and Sister-Found) that the persons they had been were well and truly One; one single soul split between two cores, one single Soul with enough space to fill them both from end to end, one single soul that spoke with two distinct voices more often than not. The Younger started conversation that the Elder would finish, an amalgamation of broken minds and shattered souls patched back together within the smothering confines of bodies that fought and changed as they sought to work themselves out.