A pair… Before, I thought it was just an instinctive dependence at a physical level, built by nature. But in reality—it turned out to be something much more. So much so that words can’t describe how important and necessary it is.
No wonder wolves die of тосka if they’re separated from their other half. Can you breathe without oxygen? Because your mate is your oxygen. If they die, then for you life ends.
Is it possible otherwise? Before the mad scientists decided to meddle with the laws of the Moon, I would’ve said no for sure.
But Aurora… the other one. She overturned my world. Even not that… She destroyed it completely! And then rebuilt it.