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“The jagged edges and self-loathing.”

She shrugged. “There is some of me in there, yes, but it is still theatre, my dear. It is about taking the particular and making it universal, if only for a little while, yes?”

Ey nodded.

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When ey didn’t reply otherwise, she shrugged and continued, “I would not say that

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When ey didn’t reply otherwise, she shrugged and continued, “I would not say that I agree with that “I loathe myself, so imagine how much I love others” bit. I do not loathe myself, and I still love others. Have loved and will love in the future, even, and I see no change in my rare moments of self-loathing.”

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Ey laughed. “‘Will love in the future’? You leaving me for some handsome guy you met in a bar, then?”

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“A bar? Ugh.I am apparently more of a ‘hunt nerds in the library’ type.” She poked em in the belly. “But I love you, my dear, and will continue to do so.”

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Rubbing at the spot where she’d poked with her dull claw, ey nodded. “Love you too, May.”

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She beamed happily and settled back in against eir side, head resting on eir shoulder. “I am glad, my dear. I know we agreed early on that this — us being together, I mean — does not need to be permanent, but that does not change the fact that I will continue loving you. Even if we should split, I will not stop.”

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Ey nodded slowly.

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“I have no plans for such, Ioan,” she added quickly. “You are stuck with me for a good while yet.”

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“What? Oh, no,” ey said, shaking eir head to clear a few too many thoughts. “I trust you on that, May. Just got me thinking. Do you still love all the others you’ve been with?”

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She laughed. “What I said does not just apply to you. Of course I still love them. Some long-diverged forks of me are even still in relationships with some of them.”

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“So you’ve said. You still love them as the root instance, though?”

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She nodded. “I do not begin relationships as anything other than my root instance. I do not know why, but it does not feel fair to me to do anything but.”

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“Oh, so none of your forks went on to fork for other relationships?”

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“Not that I know of, no. It is a firm conviction, so I would imagine that they hold to it, but perhaps some older ones have diverged.”

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“How many are there, anyway?”

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She lifted her head to dot her nose against eir cheek. “Are you jealous, my dear?” Her voice was calm and curious. Calm enough and curious enough, some distant part of em noted, that it kept em from falling immediately into defensiveness.

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“I get the occasional pangs,” ey said after a long minute’s thought. “More so early on.