Such an utterly fanciful thing had actually been accomplished by him.
Though perhaps it could not truly be called a success.
Because—
He had accidentally split off one extra self.
And the other two selves born from the split, having embraced the ideals of truth and ideals, had unhesitatingly gone to help the older and younger brothers, leaving him behind.
He had become alone again. Even he himself had abandoned himself.
This blow deepened the loneliness and emptiness in his heart, further widening the difference between him and his other two selves.
He had felt lost and confused. He had reflected on whether he had done something wrong, and deep within his heart, he even harbored resentment toward his other two selves.
They had clearly been one whole, beings inseparable from one another. Why had they abandoned him?
As he became incomplete, the loneliness and emptiness in his heart grew ever deeper. Unable to endure it any longer, he could only find a cave and enter another long slumber.
During that time, his other two selves were also fighting for truth and ideals. Their differences grew deeper as the war continued, until there was no longer any possibility that they could acknowledge each other's beliefs.
That also meant that, no matter what, he could never return to the complete self he had once been.
After another long stretch of time, he awakened from his slumber.
This time, there were no chattering humans by his side. There were only countless icicles formed from the cold air he had unconsciously released in his sleep, along with two stones, one black and one white.
He was certain they were his other two selves, though he did not understand why they had become like this.
He tried to "communicate" with himself, and received an