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+"I cannot help but feel that I am walking into my own execution, tomorrow," True Name admitted. "I know that I am leaving behind a fork, that I will not be completely destroyed, but that does not wholly negate the sense of impending death."
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+Ioan and May both nodded.
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+"Is it just the finality of it all?" May asked.
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+"Perhaps. Perhaps it is just the inability to predict beyond that point. I am coming up to a corner I have never seen around, and whatever predictive powers I may have fail me."
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+Ioan could at least understand the worries about heading into the unknown. The same feeling had been dogging em since after eir meeting with Jonas, since ey'd seen that cool look on his face when ey'd apparently preempted so much of the upcoming meeting's discussion. One minute, that felt like a good thing --- perhaps they would make it through essentially unscathed --- and the next ey'd worry that ey'd made a complete mistake, that ey'd somehow tipped their hand by letting Jonas know just how predictable he was.
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+Neither True Name nor May could say one way or another when ey'd voiced eir concerns with them.
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+The whole day had been scattered for them. May spent much of it glued to eir side as ey did eir best to organize eir notes for the upcoming meeting in eir head. She couldn't seem to pin herself down to one set of feelings, first laughing and joking about beating Zacharias up, then burying her face against eir shoulder and refusing to speak, ears laid flat.
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+For her part, True Name couldn't seem to stay pinned to any one of her three 'minds' as she had come to call them. 
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 In the most stunning display of forking ey'd ever seen, True Name began to change.