I considered “me”, Flat Escardos, to be a lovely neighbor.

														I’m hearing... something.

We’re not exactly siblings.
Much less split personalities.
Flat and I have different souls and different foundations of existence, after all.

														  What am I hearing?
										   It’s like the sound of gears grinding.
					 Something inside my body is breaking, tearing, and snapping.


Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 7, Chapter 21: "Beings Shaped in Man's Image"