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He might as well have had a heart attack, because the news that she had a note that said the same thing and was also left on the porch of an orphanage was entirely overwhelming. What was going on? Could they really be siblings? Or at least relatives of some sort? What could all of this mean?
Ilroché's questions were answered the moment she handed him her note. It said the exact same thing as his! This was all becoming too weird to understand... He glanced at the note a second time. Their birthdays were the same, but Ilyana's last name was Kirkland and his was Richelieu. Was this just a huge coincidence or did someone plan on them never meeting? That would make sense, considering she was British and he French. The fact that they looked almost identical was the best evidence they had that they could actually be siblings. Did their birth mother separate them? If so, why? He looked to Ilyana, who had collapsed on his bed after handing him the note.
"Zhis is so weird... Do you zhink we're siblings or something? I am so confused..."
He put his heads in his hands right as he remembered something. His necklace. He reached up and unclasped it. It transformed into his sword as he did so. Unsheathing it, he held it out so Ilayana could see.
"What does yours look like?"

He resheathed his sword, making it turn back into a necklace just as Ilyana brought out her necklace and it turned into a scythe.
A scythe? Dude, we got zhe short end of zhe stick with just a sword. A scythe would be awesome!
I've had enough of you for one day. Just disappear for a while, please.
Well jeez, party pooper. I'm not going to kill your potential sister if that's what you zhink, but I might want to spar with her sometime, just to see her skills with zhat epic scythe.
Kindly. Bug. Off.
You really are in a bad mood...
Your fault.
Okay okay, I'm going. I'll be back later, zhough.
Joy...
"Me too, but it makes me happy in a sense. I've never had anyone to call family... At least not real blood family. The closest I've gotten to family here is my cousins and half-siblings. If were are related, then I'll be grateful. The only one who could probably tell is if we are siblings is our father; but our chances of ever being able to ask him are less than slim." Ilroché sighed, stretching his legs out in front of him for a few seconds before returning to sitting indian-style, his back against his headboard.

Ilroché thought for a moment to try and come up with an idea to solidly prove that they were siblings. Mentally, he bet that they'd be the same height if they stood up, but he didn't want to get up and Ilyana probably wouldn't want to either. They could ask other campers, but that would only give them an opinion, and not the solid evidence they needed to be entirely certain they were blood siblings.
Sure, they were born on the same exact day and they had identical necklaces and notes, and they even looked identical, not counting the skin tone.
"I don't zhink zhat's much of an option either. Is it... safe to assume zhat we are siblings? I mean, zhere's more proof of it zhan proof against it..."
As he finished speaking, a new thought popped into his mind. If they were siblings, how was he supposed to treat her? He knew how to treat friends and his fellow campers, but how did siblings act? Did they treat each other like friends or was there more? He really didn't know. Giving it more thought, he also realized that he'd never even met anyone that had a sibling. He didn't even think that anyone at camp had siblings, but he wasn't going to pry and see if they did.

Is it just me, or do you zhink zhat sounded weird too?
What?
Zhat she said our Mother and Father...
Yeah, it did sound a little different now zhat I zhink about it. Zhough I zhink it's because we aren't used to it.
True. It's been just you and me for a long time~
Don't be creepy. It's was only me for just as long as you've been here. Longer actually.
Pfft. Barely. Like two years less. Besides, I'll be here for the rest of your life~
Don't remind me.
You know you love me~ Your head would be so quiet without me.
For the better...
Ilroché stopped arguing with himself when he heard Ilyana speak up from the end of his bed. He thought for a second and replied
"Non. Zhe only zhing I can zhink of is zhat we weren't meant to meet each other, but if zhat's true, I don't understand why. What's so dangerous about siblings knowing each other?" Ilroché shook his head, completely confused. It made absolutely no sense. At least not to him. How their parents decided to seperate them from each other, he didn't know. If he could find answers he would, and he didn't doubt that Ilyana felt the same.
What would his past have been like had they grown up together? Would Tria have tried to kill him? Would he even have been adopted by Tria in the first place? It was odd to think about. If he'd never met or been taken in by Tria, his split personality probably wouldn't exist.
Though he kept up a strong front about it and would never admit it out loud, he actually liked the company his other half provided. He was obnoxious and rude, but he was still a built in friend of sorts.
See? You do love me!
Non. Not love. Just a small sense of comraderie.
Better zhan nothing.
Shut it.

"I... I honestly don't know." Ilroché looked down at the covers of his bed, unwilling to acknowledge the feelings of contempt he could feel in Ilyana's tone. Was it their mothers fault that each of their lives had gone awry? Was it her decision to get rid of them or was she unable to keep them due to her circumstances? He didn't want to blame her until he knew for sure why she couldn't keep them. His heart was torn between hatred and love, and he couldn't tell which feeling was more proper for this instance.
"Maybe she had a good reason for being unable to keep us. I really wish we could find out some truth; instead of the lies we've been fed all our lives."
At this particular moment, an old memory came to mind. It had occured only a few months ago. He and Alexis had been sent out to investigate and possibly bring to end some murders that the minor God, Erebus, was accused of commiting. At the thought of her name, his heart throbbed a little. He hadn't talked to her, let alone seen her since they'd returned from that quest.
He smiled, tracing his index finger along his lips and remembering the one kiss they'd shared during that quest. Perhaps it was best that he hadn't seen her for so long. Maybe with time his feelings for her would diminish.
Wait... A quest?
That was it! A quest! He and Ilyana could leave Camp Half Blood and try to find answers! But how? The one quest he had gone on, he'd been chosen to go. He didn't know if they could request to leave and actually be granted permission. But, it was worth a try, wasn't it? Weren't answers worth it? He looked back towards Ilyana with a determined glint in his eye.
"If you really want to find answers like I do, I might have just thought of a way we could. Here, they have a thing called a quest. I think we can get permission to leave and at least investigate what happened to our mother. Or maybe if she's alive at all. What do you say?"

"We'd have to talk to Mr. D., but I can take care of that. I'll be back in a few minutes, 10 minutes max. Just stay here." Ilroché gave her a confident smile, getting up from his position on his bed. He was 99% sure that Mr. D would let them go and not really care why they'd go, just as long as they came back in one piece.
Instead of taking the door, and walking to the Big House, he decided to shadow travel directly there. It took him a few seconds to focus, but sure enough he disappeared in a flurry of shadow.

Too lazy to make up the conversation between them...

He came back the same way he'd left within the promised time. Just as he'd previously thought, Mr. D gave him almost no trouble about why, but quickly gave him permission and returned to the game he was playing.
He stood in between his own bed and Ilyana's glanced to Ilyana, and smiled triumphantly, his arms folded across his chest.
"I got our permission, but he wants us to wait until tomorrow to start, since it's so late in the day." He wasn't going to mention the other suggestions that Mr. D. had given him until the time came. Ilroché was still surprised at the first one he'd given. After he'd finished explaining the situation to Mr. D., he'd mentioned that the easiest way to find their mother was to find their father first. He'd even told him where to find the entrance of the Underworld. His stomach knotted at the suggestion, but he knew Mr. D. was right, heck, his stomach was still in knots about it. He wanted to spare Ilyana the stress he was feeling over it, so he kept it from her.
The sun was setting and he was a little tired, being completely overwhelmed because of today's discovery.