update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/marsh/006.md

@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ The picture, as it began to grow, was grim.
 
 While our 14% loss rate was far too high, the fact that the System was on track for a loss rate of 1% was still an enormous amount. On the surface, the number felt quite small, but on a System with 2.3 trillion instances, that meant 23 billion people suddenly wiped from existence. 23 billion people with friends and lovers, or down-tree instances waiting for updates. 23 billion regardless of how early or late they had uploaded.
 
-"23 billion souls," Dry Grass corrected firmly. "They are souls, Reed. I do not care as to your belief of the existence of a soul or not, they are souls. They are people who lived. They are people who died."
+"23 billion souls," Dry Grass corrected firmly after I kept speaking only of instances. "They are souls, Reed. I do not care as to your belief of the existence of a soul or not, they are souls. They are people who lived. They are people who died."
 
 "Uh, sorry," I said, shying away from her.
 
@@ -186,10 +186,9 @@ Jess, who had been fairly quiet up until that point, asked, "'Lost saga'? Like,
 
 "Oh, heavens no," she said, chuckling. "We were among the lost. *Michelle* was lost. That is part of why she was so fucked up."
 
-"And why we are so fucking weird," Warmth In Fire added with a smirk.
-
-"*You* certainly are," Hold My Name murmured, ruffling the skunk's already mussed up mane.
+"And why we are so fucking weird," Hold My Name said. "*You* certainly are," she added ruffling Warmth In Fire's perpetually mussed up mane.
 
+((Warmth speaks))
 It snapped eir teeth at her, grinning wickedly.
 
 Hold My Name barely flinched, instead rolling her eyes. "You see the shit I put up with?"