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Dry Grass smiled wryly. “I was surprised at just how willing Hammered Silver was. She cut off three entire stanzas — and, briefly, me — and I expected that would mean that she would be rather opposed to the idea. I am curious to see how that goes, in the end.” Turning to me, she continued, grinning, “But you also dealt with that with Lily, yes? You punched her, even.”

A Finger Pointing looked wide-eyed at me, leaning back. “Reed?”

I laughed. “It was hardly a punch! I slapped her in the heat of an argument. Don’t worry, I got that and more from Vos,” I said, shaking my head. “I still feel awful about that. It’s…well, not really something I thought I had in me. Everything was just so stressful around then. It was less than a week after the attack.”

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My words didn’t seem to reach her, or perhaps they weren’t convincing enough. She looked warily to Dry Grass, then back to me. “Grief in the wake of the Century Attack has caused a great deal of pain; and it did not stop with the loss of our loved ones on New Year’s Eve, did it? Muse quit a week later out of despair — her and so many others in her position — and now I learn the Marshans and their beloved are hitting each other!” (A Finger Pointing probably wouldn’t be able to monologue on this topic, tbh, seems unrealistic for Reed to just sit there and take it. Let’s keep this for now and reevaluate after a reply from Reed to see how it feels. ✔)

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My words didn’t seem to reach her, or perhaps they weren’t convincing enough. She looked warily to Dry Grass, then back to me. “Grief in the wake of the Century Attack has caused a great deal of pain; and it did not stop with the loss of our loved ones on New Year’s Eve, did it? Muse quit a week later out of despair — her and so many others in her position — and now I learn the Marshans and their beloved are hitting each other!”

Any lingering mirth I felt quickly died. What had since turned to a source of humor between me and Lily — at least on the occasions we did talk — was suddenly brought into contrast with the rest of our lives. “No, you bring up a good point. I stand by the fact that it felt awful at the time, and it stung for a long while after. I don’t see myself as a violent person, but clearly I have it in me. Vos remains no-contact, so I can’t guess how she feels, but she didn’t seem the type to lean on violence, either.”

Dry Grass, looking between her cocladist and I with an expression more of curiosity than anxiety, said, “You do not strike me as violent either, but it does have me wondering just how much that remains after the fact.”

“I should hope he does not strike you at all!” A Finger Pointing quipped. She looked to me with a disarming smile, and I felt at once the dialectic couched within her words. This fighting — though unconscionable — was no isolated event; more than one of my friends had similarly lashed out, and the feeds were filled with cladists hunting for therapists.