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writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md

@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ They grinned, walked off to the kitchen, and started clattering around in cupboa
 
 "Dear, have you talked to True Name recently?" Codrin asked after a polite pause.
 
-It shook its head. *"Not in terms of a conversation, at least. I have received a few messages from her in the intervening years, several of which were sent to several Odists as a group."*
+It shook its head. *"Not in terms of a conversation, at least. I have received a few messages from her in the intervening years, many of which were sent to several Odists as a group."*
 
 "She does that? What are they? Orders or something?"
 
@@ -106,13 +106,13 @@ He nodded. "Vehicle. She said they're calling it Artemis, that I should tag my f
 
 Tycho's eyes grew wide. "Do you think that's what she's getting at with the reference? That these are going to be some marauders coming to mess with the LV?"
 
-Ey shrugged. "Who knows. Probably both, honestly. Maybe there's even some reference that we're missing. She's True Name, there really is no way of telling."
+Ey shrugged. "Who knows? Probably both, honestly. Maybe there's even some reference that we're missing. She's True Name, there really is no way of telling."
 
 Nodding, Tycho scooted back on the bed until his back was to the wall, then brought his knees up to his chest. Despite his height, he looked small to Codrin, somehow diminished after the events of the last...goodness, had it only been a day? Diminished, yes, and younger, though he'd always looked as though he was not yet out of his forties in his well-groomed salt-and-pepper hair and well-kept beard.
 
 They sat in silence for a while. Codrin could not guess what the astronomer was thinking about, though ey could see his eyes occasionally darting this way and that, as though connecting one idea to another in the air as well as in his head.
 
-On eir part, ey began structuring the project. There would have to be the journalistic aspect of it, much closer to that of *On the Perils of Memory* than *An Expanded History of Our World,* but if the conservative Odists were also involved, there'd likely also be far more observing than researching.
+For eir part, ey began structuring the project. There would have to be the journalistic aspect of it, much closer to that of *On the Perils of Memory* than *An Expanded History of Our World,* but if the conservative Odists were also involved, there'd likely also be far more observing than researching.
 
 "Tycho," ey said, startling him out of a reverie. "Do you know what an amanuensis is?"
 
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@ Ey smiled, though ey felt just how tired ey was as ey did so. "Perhaps. I have a
 
 "And if your partners uploaded with you?"
 
-The thought caught em up short, and several trains of thought crunched to a halt within em. "If they..." Ey laughed, shaking eir head. "You know, I hadn't considered that, yet. I wonder why? But yes, if they chose to do so, then yes, I'll go with them."
+The idea caught em up short, and several trains of thought crunched to a halt within em. "If they..." Ey laughed, shaking eir head. "You know, I hadn't considered that, yet. I wonder why? But yes, if they chose to do so, then yes, I'll go with them."
 
 The conversation wound on from there, teasing apart a few possible next steps that lay ahead of them, but throughout it all, at least one thread of eir mind was dedicated to picking at that question.
 

writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/002.md

@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@ He nodded, grinning as well. "Their speed and the laws of physics make all of th
 
 "There was, of course, no need for you to rush back, but that is what I have been thinking about while waiting for you. Thank you for the light, by the way."
 
-The sudden departure from the topic of the sky above to the here and now shocked Tycho out of the realization that he'd fallen in such easy conversation with the skunk. They'd talked like friends, like those who had known each other well but perhaps had just met in person for the first time.
+The sudden departure from the topic of the sky above to the here and now shocked Tycho into the realization that he'd fallen in such easy conversation with the skunk. They'd talked like friends, like those who had known each other well but perhaps had just met in person for the first time.
 
 He saw now what Dear had meant, and he was helpless before it.