Their souls were one and the same and had been that way since before the ages.
Fawn knew no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Willow would never know she was beautiful. Even if he climbed the highest mountain and shouted it across the world, she would never believe the truth.
Clutching the claw around his neck, Fawn pushed away the dungeon of hatred. Goodness had a great truth, too, and that was sacrifice. It was something darkness could never understand, for it was entrenched with precious treasures like love.