“Do you ever have those days when you feel so disconnected you aren’t sure you exist?” asked Sound.
“But you do exist, because I see you sitting there. I hear your voice. I can reach out and smack your pouty mouth if I want to,” said Fury.
Sound sighed. “I know I exist, you asshole… I’m just saying that sensation of utter despair and complete invisibility gives the impression of non-existence.”
“How do you know you exist?” Fury asked.
He challenged her to explain the things in the world that couldn’t be captured. He made her furious for sure and smiled knowing he was aptly named.
“Didn’t you just confirm my existence a few minutes ago? Why do I have to prove it to you if you have already proved it to yourself?”
The space between them filled with an electric and violent silence. The conversation went nowhere fast. Each of them lived their lives as separate sides of a coin. Neither of their faces could be seen at the same time unless the universe stood on its head.
Sound loved her brother just as much as she hated him. She knew Fury felt the same about her, but what were twins supposed to do with that indelible mark? That gossamer seam stitched them together whether they liked it or not.
“You have to prove it because I know you love the musicality of your own voice. Why do you think we are having this conversation in the first place?”
“Fury, you ask too many questions.”
“Sound, you always reply.”