It was almost similar to what he'd done, so long ago that he'd forgotten. Or was it that long ago? Either way, he couldn't remember. And he'd done that on purpose. He knew that he had made himself a person--or at least close to one--but he couldn't remember why. It was something to do with the person who was actually Cole and who wasn't him. He'd let that part of him finally die and sent Cole on to the peace of the Maker.

And yet...it wasn't quite the same, either. Just different enough.

"A piece of pieces, a slip of a shadow, sidling sideways and singing secrets in soft sighs. Something...old and forgotten but unfaded for the finding."