Spawner- He's of Two Minds About It

“Sure,” Swansong said.  “Close enough to being related.  Same person brought us into this world.  Nedley?  You need to be something more, if you’re not going to make the rest of us look bad.”

He rankled, but he didn’t act on it.  He was Ned and he was Bradley.  There was overlap between the two and he lived in that overlap, drew memories from it, and pieced himself together.  Half of the time, when he reached for memories, he stumbled onto the memories from that overlap between the two characters, seeing them like double vision.  Cockroaches scurrying across a kitchen.  Staring down at bloody hands.  People with twisted expressions shouting at him, so much larger they had to be parents or authority figures.

More cockroaches, scurrying across the kitchen.

Ned would have been driven by those taunts, pushed to attack despite the apparent trap.  Bradley would hang back, trusting his creations to do the work.

But it was a bitter feeling, for those two parts of himself to find their way to shared common ground.  A resentment of himself.
...

Swansong was using her power despite the damage it did to her, and she was doing it for no apparent reason, except to hold a bit of her darkness in her hand.

Spawner narrowed a half-dozen eyes.

“Darkness is my ally,” she said.

No, Bradley thought, irrationally annoyed.  That isn’t a good line!

Be more afraid, Ned thought.

- Ward, Interlude 15.z