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<p>&ldquo;Some day you should,&rdquo; she had said. &ldquo;Though it is my suspicion that she is, as you have said, losing her easy confidence. She is struggling with the fact that she must constantly dump energy into keeping up the appearance of always being so in control.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ioan had leaned back in eir chair, ey remembered, and stared up at the ceiling. &ldquo;That certainly tallies with what she&rsquo;s said in the past.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;She is the type of person who will always take more upon herself, more and more and more until she cracks,&rdquo; May had murmured, quiet enough that Ioan had to strain to hear. &ldquo;That she has been at this for more than two and a quarter centuries and the strain is only now showing is, if anything, a testament to her strength.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ever since that day, that conversation would rise to the fore of eir memory whenever ey met up with the other skunk for coffee. They would have their conversation, sip their coffees, and then get down to whatever projects they were working on, and there would always be a small portion of eir mind dedicated to squaring what ey knew of her with just how old she was.</p>
<p>Ever since that day, that conversation would rise to the fore of eir memory whenever ey met up with True Name for coffee. They would have their conversation, sip their drinks, and then get down to whatever projects they were working on, and there would always be a small portion of eir mind dedicated to squaring what ey knew of her with just how old she was.</p>
<p>What ey&rsquo;d not managed to bring up in that conversation, however, was that ey seemed plagued with a pathological desire to help. Somehow. Ey wanted to find what it was that was wearing so much on True Name and find a way to ease it. There was a problem there, and problems were made for solving, yes?</p>
<p>It was something about em that May doubtless knew, but which ey&rsquo;d never shared with her, because ey knew that her response would either be the gentle teasing that she was so good at heaping on em or the gentle inquisition that she was equally adept at conducting. She&rsquo;d ask em where the feeling stemmed from; was it from within eir mind, or within eir heart? Was it related to <em>all</em> problems? Was it because True Name looked so much like her, eir partner? When had it started? Launch? Convergence? Never mind if it were a problem that ey could not solve, as was almost certainly the case, what would ey do if it was a problem she did not <em>want</em> solved?</p>
<p>Ey knew she&rsquo;d ask em those questions because whenever ey asked them of emself, ey heard them in her voice. Even when ey&rsquo;d asked Sarah, eir therapist (or, well, all three of their therapists), there was some subconscious overlay of the skunk&rsquo;s lilting voice floating above the question, and ey&rsquo;d find emself dropping contractions and leaning on the anaphora that all Odists seemed stuck with.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; ey said, wiping eir face. &ldquo;Want dinner?&rdquo;</p>
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