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<p>Ey shook eir head.</p>
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<p><em>“There is no forgetting, my dear. You bear it within you.”</em></p>
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<p>“All the same, I could–“</p>
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<p>The fox’s laugh surprised him. It was breathy, hyperventilating, but sounded almost relieved. <em>“No, Codrin. You do not need to. The poem continues: — As One within a Swoon — Goes safely — where an open eye — Would drop Him — Bone by Bone —“</em></p>
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<p>The fox’s laugh surprised em. It was breathy, hyperventilating, but sounded almost relieved. <em>“No, Codrin. You do not need to. The poem continues: — As One within a Swoon — Goes safely — where an open eye — Would drop Him — Bone by Bone —“</em></p>
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<p>Ey was too anxious to puzzle out the opacity of the language. “I’m going to need some help disentangling that, Dear.”</p>
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<p><em>“There are very few times that memory can hope to be selective. When one is drunk, perhaps. Drunk on wine, drunk on love, drunk on pain. Perhaps when one is drunk on a life lived too long, as I am. It is the end of an era, and perhaps we are all becoming inebriated by too long a life. Do not forget it, Codrin. Do not do as I have done. It is stupid, is it not? Look at me. I am in all ways drunk on time.”</em></p>
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<p>Codrin smiled cautiously.</p>
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<p>Codrin leaned in to kiss them on the cheek, still working on catching eir breath. “Yes. Definitely hash browns.”</p>
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<p>“You want your race to be fifthrace even if you don’t join?” Artante asked.</p>
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<p>Ey nodded. “I’m surprised at how much I like it here. I could see myself living here, even. Just that joining would mean leaving behind at least one, and probably both, of my partners. Dear is an Odist, and would likely experience what True Name and Answers Will Not Help are– or did. I’m not sure that I could stomach that. Still, it’s incredibly alluring, and speaks to the romantic in me. A meeting of species and cultures from light years apart, and little old us having the chance to be a part of that.”</p>
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<p>Artante looked toward Sarah expectantly.</p>
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<p>“I find it fascinating here. I find this whole process of convergence fascinating, and I would find the process of integration even more so. I think that’s why I brought up restlessness. One of Codrin’s partners said, shortly after we first made contact, “<em>When I hear about Artemisians and emissaries, I feel every minute of that eternity. I feel every molecule of that universe. You ask how I feel, and I would say that I feel small. Insignificant, even. How much of that eternity must they have been traveling?</em>” My response at the time was to toast to that, “To eternity and the weight of the universe”. I’d still give that toast now.” She shrugged, looking a little sheepish at her small speech. “So yes, I want that too, and I’d send a fork to join.”</p>
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<p>“I find it fascinating here. I find this whole process of convergence fascinating, and I would find the process of integration even more so. I think that’s why I brought up restlessness. One of Codrin’s partners said, shortly after we first made contact, “<em>When I hear about Artemisians and emissaries, I feel every minute of that eternity. I feel every molecule of that universe. You ask how I feel, and I would say that I feel small. Insignificant, even. How much of that eternity must they have been traveling?</em>” My response at the time was to toast to that, ‘To eternity and the weight of the universe’. I’d still give that toast now.” She shrugged, looking a little sheepish at her small speech. “So yes, I want that too, and I’d send a fork to join.”</p>
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<p>“Leader True Name?”</p>
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<p>The skunk sat in silence, her head bowed and her eyes closed. If it weren’t for the way her ears twitched this way and that as though tallying some internal checklist of her own, he might’ve suspected that she’d nodded off.</p>
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<p>“I must confess that I may have forgotten what it is like to want a thing,” she said at last. “I do not know what it is that I want. I cannot stay here, as is plainly evident, but I do not know what I want.”</p>
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<p>“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night,” he finished, grinning. “That was the last thing I said to myself before uploading. It’ll be the last thing I’ll say before I leave Castor.”</p>
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