Damien and Constantine were lounging in the living room of the Silvermoon Safehouse, decompressing and enjoying a few drinks. They had just finished another training session, yet Constantine couldn't focus properly; his mind was preoccupied with the concept of Twinning after the discussion regarding Eric Barnett. He, too, had a Twin.
"Damien," Constantine started, his tone casual but curious, "I've been thinking about this Twinning business. Why do we have to kill our Twin and absorb their powers? It sounds like a messed-up plot twist in a bad novel."
Damien smirked, leaning back as well. "Maybe it is. But I've been studying Twinning for years, and it might not actually be the case."
Constantine raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Enlighten me, Professor."
