half-twist
Not such a monumental nuance, between the two.
"You call me a being of regret? You're the one who can't pass a single fallen soldier without mourning it and all its futility!"
Irises irrelevant, eyes flashed.
"You don't understand...you don't UNDERSTAND! When we send our comrades on, we're letting them go - letting life move on, in celebration and ACCEPTANCE of its past!"
Not such a monumental nuance, between the two outlooks. A mobiüs strip has only one side, with only half a twist separating it from itself.
They were of a singular origin, if not a singular essence.
Ouroboros's broader brand of eternity came by crucial choice.
If life itself truly is such a scarce substance, and one which can induce alternately such euphoria and such dysphoria...
Not this way. Not this time.