"I would hope so," Dark answered, just entering what he considered a jog, "but it is difficult to say. He may have grown to be similar to me. Or whereas I left the faith to save myself, he may have gone to it for comfort, and had he done so, I do not know how well we would get along. The problem with where I grew up is lives can go in so many ways. We may have been separated, in the war. Only one of us may have made it to the US. I left the country shortly before turning fifteen. Had I stayed only a bit longer, I may have ended up in the military, like my father, uncle, and grandfather. Or my twin may have done. The year I was born was when the Gulf War began, and my father and uncle both fought in it. My uncle did not come home and my father was wounded. He had this horrible scar and chronic pain which worsened his temper. But in that war, which ended when Daizi's mother would have been pregnant with her, Egypt fought against Iraq. I think it is part of why Saladin has such strong negative feelings towards me, he knew people who fought in it, too, although he himself did not. But our fathers, nationally, went to war against each other when we were babies. I wonder what my twin would think when I married a woman whose countrymen may have been the ones to wound our father, increasing our torment."
