update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/003.md

@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ When ey showed it to Dear, the fox's ears stood erect, and it led Codrin out of
 
 "Do I have something to worry about? Should I be prepared for violence or something?"
 
-It should its head. *"I do not think so, no. Zeke --- Ezekiel --- was a member of the Council of Eight. One of the founders. He was close to much that happened in the early history of the System."*
+It should its head. *"I do not think so, no. Ezekiel was a member of the Council of Eight. One of the founders. He was close to much that happened in the early history of the System."*
 
 "What did he do?" Codrin shook eir head. "I mean, what is it that he's known for?"
 
@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ The fox laughed. *"I am not."*
 
 "And Michelle helped?"
 
-*"She coordinated between Zeke and another council-member on the logistics and how it was associated with the reputation markets, yes."*
+*"She coordinated between Ezekiel, phys-side, and another council-member on the logistics and how it was associated with the reputation markets, yes."*
 
 After a moment of staring out into the rain-clouded prairie, Codrin said, "I'm constantly surprised at just how much of a frontier it was back then, and just how many pies your clade seems to have had its fingers in."
 
@@ -66,9 +66,9 @@ It leaned in to bump its nose against eir cheek. *"Thank you, my dear. Be kind t
 
 Dear shook its paw dry. *"A prophet."*
 
-Codrin was not sure what a prophet looked like, but the conversation with Dear dogged em all the way until ey was finally able to find Ezekiel and get him to agree to an interview.
+Codrin was not sure what a prophet looked like, but the conversation with Dear dogged em all the way until ey was able to find Ezekiel and get him to agree to an interview.
 
-What at first looked like a bundle of rags set in the middle of a rocky, arid plain, slowly raised an arm up toward the sky. It was a shaky movement, almost exhausted, as though the movement caused it great pain. Surrounding the bundle was a scattering of what looked to be clay pots, each of which was lidded with a wooden stopper, and in the air was a foul scent.
+What at first looked like a bundle of rags set in the middle of a rocky, arid plain, slowly raised an arm up toward the sky. It was a shaky movement, exhausted, as though the movement caused it great pain. Surrounding the bundle was a scattering of what looked to be clay pots, each of which was lidded with a wooden stopper, and in the air was a foul scent.
 
 "Ezekiel?"
 
@@ -92,7 +92,7 @@ A dry rattle sounded from within the dusty rags, and it took em a moment to unde
 
 "Did you leave a fork behind on the L<sub>5</sub> System?"
 
-"No," he said. A finger rose tiredly from the upraised hand. "The word of the Lord came to me: O mortal, turn your face towards man's iniquity in the heavens and prophesy to them and say: O cruel men of machinations, you have broken your treaties with the earth which God has set before you, and though it be the doing of the few who are one, leave now the world of your birth that it be washed clean of your sin. You may have hoped for the life as gods of the false idols, but the heavens are no longer for you for such arrogance."
+"No," he said. A finger rose tiredly from the upraised hand. "The word of the Lord came to me: O mortal, turn your face towards man's iniquity in the heavens and prophesy to them and say: O cruel men of machinations, you have broken your treaties with the earth which God has set before you, and though it be the doing of the many who are one, leave now the world of your birth that it be washed clean of your sin. You may have hoped for life as gods of the false idols, but the heavens are no longer yours for such arrogance."
 
 Codrin remembered the admonition to be kind and patient, to be careful, and so ey sat in silence, as seemed appropriate.
 
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@ Codrin remembered the admonition to be kind and patient, to be careful, and so e
 
 "We diverge, Codrin Bălan. We of Castor and Pollux. The prophets diverge and so too the prophecy. How can two divergent prophecies be true? And yet they must, for the voice of the Lord has given us the scroll as sweet as honey, and our minds must be as one, though they be as split as the broken one."
 
-When the speech appeared to have concluded, Codrin bowed eir head. "That answers many of my questions, Ezekiel. You speak of the few who are one. Do you mean the idea of clades?"
+When the speech appeared to have concluded, Codrin bowed eir head. "That answers many of my questions, Ezekiel. You speak of the many who are one. Do you mean the idea of clades?"
 
 "Yes. Some are the many who are one. Jonah, who is many that are one. Michelle, who is few that are one."