“I’m no one, no one at all. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I’m the character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever having been, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me.”
Shiro: Hey, Black, nighttime is sad. Guess it’s because the dark makes me think about dying.
Kuro: Don’t worry, White. Nobody will ever break us apart.
Promise - Ben Howard
And maybe, just maybe
I’ll come home
Who am I, darling, to you?