Chloe Farnham.
My name was Dios, my twin brother, and I shared it for 14 years.
Dios is just like me. Be careful.
My brother, Dios, is honest.
He tells me he's my brother, but sometimes he's the same age and I think he's more like a brother. If you don't oppose me with your mouth, your hand will come out immediately and you will stretch out strangely. If you poke it a little, it's easy to get worn out. I get the look on my face, and I think I'm bad at lying and hiding things. But, uh...
"Chloe looks like her mother. She's always calm. She's great."
I was quite envious of Dios. [M]
I wish I had behaved like a child more like Dios when Mom and Dad were still alive. It's weird to say it myself, but kids like me aren't cute, and in fact, friends weren't good either.
My sister was well-connected and beautiful, and Dios was sociable and could easily make friends close to her age. If Dios hadn't been here, I wouldn't have made friends in the country my whole life.
I can't count how much I envy Dios, even though he has the same face.
And one day, Dios became even more "special."
Dios was a psychic.
In the family... no, I'm sure it's the only special abilities in the family. I woke up to the "synchronized" special abilities after my father and mother died, but I'm sure Dios with special powers became envious.
A special ability to share all memories with the people you touch. As a result of using it inadvertently once, Dios, who was fired from his job, tried not to use it again.
But this time, at last, it is time to rely on its power. And it was none other than me who suggested it.
If you're going, just go with Chloe and your sister.
I knew it from the beginning. Dios really wants to go to school.
We've had different personalities for a long time, but we often suffered from things we were interested in and liked. Above all, ever since my father and mother died and my sister worked for me, we've spent a lot of time alone. Especially Dios is easy to understand.
Even then, I really wanted to go and couldn't help but hesitate to do it for me. [M]
I immediately thought you would cry because you were my brother or because you were jealous of yourself for such a nasty reason.
I couldn't persuade Dios to be stubborn, so I ended up going to school with my sister. [M] And Dios... cried all by himself.
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Nothing... that's not all of it.
However, after completing the admission process, I thought that Dios would be absolutely delighted to see the school guide.... really, that's enough guilt to crush my chest.
I wish I could see this not only with my sister, but also with Dios, and I wanted to show it to Dios. If he's more emotionally ups and downs than I am, I'm sure he'll make me shine with the same face, open it up and burn it. I thought again and again, and every time, my chest was scratched by a nail.
So as soon as the job was done, Dios stood alone crying like a lost person in the middle of the way home.
It was really good to tell me and my sister that it was good, but I was able to put up with the weak noise so that I could understand just my back.
That's why I made up my mind. We'll share, not just one.
"Dios... let's share"
It's not like one of them will be sacrificed.
We were born the same. Then you can share your thoughts and joys.
Dios' special abilities must be a means to that end. A means for us to share our happiness with each other and overcome our hardships together.
If you synchronize, you can also share your memories. It's not just knowledge taught at school, job descriptions and information. We can't just let each other know who we are.
What I saw and tasted today can be divided into Dios. Dios' spiciness and suffering can all be divided.
And the moment we synchronized with Dios, our memories became one.
Memories that only Dios knew, memories that only Dios knew, got into my head. Everything we went through together was remembered from two perspectives. The feeling that what I knew had doubled, even for a moment, made me feel like I could become a god.
At first, it was really just a memory. Memories of only the surface as if Dios' fourteen years had been remembered in books.
You think the treat Mom made for our birthday was omelet rice?
Dios was confessed by a girl who used to play the day before he left home.
The day you and I fought, you were all alone on the bed until you apologized to me.
On the day I woke up with my special abilities, my sister sneaked up on Dios and said, "But you didn't mean anything to Dios, did you? and comforted me.
On that day, I said to Dios, "I wish I had threatened my money with a shared memory anyway."
While my sister and I were at school, Dios was angry at his employer for making fun of him again.
It was only a memory, and there were many good and bad things to know. My memories, combined with Dios' memories, changed my way of seeing and viewing a little and made me feel strange, but that's all.
Thanks to this, the next day we were able to do school life and work with each other without any problems.
And that's not all there is to it. If I "tuned" again that night, I could remember what Dios learned in his studies that day. Dios was also very pleased to learn that this would make it the same as the two of us taking classes in exchange for each other. Dios began to rejoice in his special abilities.
After that, Dios told me several times that his excitement wasn't getting cold. Every school I went to for the first time was shiny and beautiful, and beautiful enough to forget the blinks. It was nervous to see so many children of our age since they moved to the castle.
I saw it with my own eyes in school, and I remember it for today because it coincided with Dios. Besides, Dios really glanced at my memories of yesterday's school tour.
After all, I calmly analyzed that memory is completely different from what I actually experience with my eyes.
And I know the existence of a strange guy named "Jeanne."
"I really don't know what that means. All of a sudden, you don't even know me..."
Chloe raised her eyebrows by changing her shining eyes, and was very upset behind her words. I know what she said and what kind of girl she was, but I don't think she really knows why.
The girl, neither in my memory nor in Dios's, spookily makes us look like twins. [M]... I was a little surprised by Dios who tried to raise his hand accidentally.
"I mean, that's why I tried to hit you. Don't do that. You think my sister's mad at me."
"I mean, all of a sudden I feel like I'm falling apart in front of my sister...!
"It's also a friend of the person who helped my sister no matter what she thinks. What if it's my sister or her? You saved my sister."
Muggle... Dios squeezed his lips and looked like he was crying to me.
After all, Dios reaffirmed that he was not good at deceiving people. When I was a kid, it was often because of Dios that I found out that I switched when we pretended to be each other. I can assure you now that I remember both of them. If this were the case, I should have pretended to be Dios from the beginning and gone through the admission process.
"But... it's definitely strange. That Jeanne guy. I know if he's just crazy."
"! This is crazy! Dios will never get involved with him again tomorrow! I'm going to say weird things again, and don't let your sister get near you!
Dios was quite desperate to raise his voice.
I knew you'd find out, so I thought I'd stop you.... that's all, I know you must have really enjoyed school.
After all, I thought it was good to do this, but my mouth was loose on my own. Looking at it, Dios raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you laughing?" But he deceived me with "anything."... this kind of thing stinks and I definitely don't want to say it.
Instead, he said, "Don't you ever apologize to the kid who helped you? And Dios, with his mouth shut again, swimmed his eyes when he deceived him with malice. Anyway, I think you're deeply sorry about Dios now. You can apologize to me, but that doesn't make sense because I'm sorry about Dios.
I put my arms together and waited for Dios' reply for a while, but I couldn't get an answer from Dios even after the date. Apologize immediately to me, my sister, and the person who forgave me. Otherwise, I've always been loyal to him.... I can't even apologize to Dios and my sister very often.
Enough, I went to bed prompting Dios. [M] Dios also climbed the ladder to the second stage of the bet. Originally we were just talking about the moonlight from the window, we close our eyes as it is. Good night, and if you talk to each other, you won't talk about anything anymore.
... Jeanne, huh?
A red-haired girl in the memory of a synchronized Dios.
She's quite beautiful, but I think her personality looks tough from the eyes she caught. It is strange whether the absolute character is bad or not. It's rude of you to say such a thing to us in person.
If it wasn't Dios who was there and I was there, I would have said something like looking at my parents' faces.
Dios beat me up, and I hope you don't come back tomorrow for some weird reasons. It's best if you don't get involved anymore. We can't get involved with anything but our sister.
That's why Dios didn't dare to be friends with his classmates. When I decided to go to school as a replacement, I consulted and decided.
I can't make friends well at first. [M] Dios will soon be able to make friends. But even if we share our memories, Dios and I are different. Talking to a kid who has become a friend every day will definitely lead to breakdowns. Maybe this time because of me. [M] Unlike Dios, I rarely get along with my friends. [M]
Besides, Dios is in school pretending to be me, so I have to get involved with my classmates as Crowe. It's impossible for Dios, who is a bad liar, to get along with his friends while pretending to be Croy. Soon Crowe's skin peeled off and a social dios appeared.
When we synchronized our memories, we didn't even synchronize each other's emotions and personalities.
So we don't get involved with anyone at school.
That's the rule we made. An absolute condition to live without worry to your dear sister while sharing all your happiness and hardship.
I closed my eyes after I decided once again to go to the teacher, to the classmates, and to Jeanne and the others.