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There were two. The dark one- carnal, bold and more dominant; and the bright one- upright, spiritual and noble. Each fought through their claws and teeth. Each struggled for supremacy. But one has to devour or be devoured. The dark one, being the older and more vicious, has ingested the other entirely. He may have won the fight but he lost the war. For inside him, the seed of righteousness has grown and contaminated his foul blood. Now they are one. So even in his most wicked deed, he will never forget how once he had been kind, and remembering, will give birth to remorse. Thus, there isn't only black nor white. They are one.