Not so much him, as... me. Even if I am a separate person, I can't think of myself as being so different from him. His existence... is my existence. Strictly speaking, we shouldn't both be able to be here at the same time. I was only given consciousness because of the split. Meaning, there must be some version of me inside him right now.

[quietly, almost to himself]

... how can you look at someone and say you only love half of them? It isn't possible...