the fire's only lit when death spits on it

Eyes of pure ice shone brightly in the moonlight, "I don't think Keithen is with us anymore..." said Bane, the bastard living in his brother's head. But nothing showed on the exiled prince's face, instead he took another step forward and smiled. "He's not coming back. Not this time." Kedge threw back his head and laughed, a cold chilling sound the seemed to echo around the darkness. Bane seemed different, he seemed to be more in control than when he had last saw him. Maybe Keith had finally given up and let the monster roam free, he had always been the weaker and the favoured of the two of them. Bright and shiny but broken inside. But he was still his brother and the obsidian brute would do anything to get his twin back.

"Arrogance and assumption has always been your downfall, dear brother. But now since Bane has taken over, I suppose it will be even more of your fatal flaw. You're worse than Keithen." he frowned and shook his head, as if disappointed in him, the way a father would be disappointed with a son. But inside, Kedge was secretly forming a plan, no matter how Moonbane had ruled his brother's body and head, he knew Keith was still somewhere in there, no matter how small it was. His true silver twin had never been one to just give up.