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<p>To their condolences, ey had simply raised eir cup of tea and nodded to them, saying, &ldquo;To deny the end is to deny all beginnings.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Delphic, as ever,&rdquo; Prakash said, though his smile and the lift of his own glass took any sting out of the words.</p>
<p>Ey smiled too, though ey could feel exhaustion tugging at eir cheeks. Ey had slept, ey knew, but did not remember when. &ldquo;Oh, trust me, there is plenty more where that came from.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Where <em>does</em> it come from?&rdquo; Carter asked.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Where <em>does</em> it come from?&rdquo; Avery asked.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I am not sure.&rdquo; Ey sipped at eir tea, still too hot to drink comfortably. &ldquo;Whatever wellspring that was unstoppered in&hellip;in there.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Seems like it stuck around.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey nodded.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Think you&rsquo;ll ever turn it into something?&rdquo; Avery grinned to em. &ldquo;You know, write a book. Something like that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I had not thought of that. I do not know that I could make a plot out of what feels like millions of words in a rock tumbler. Perhaps a poem.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Even infinite monkeys,&rdquo; Carter said, as she always did whenever the topic came up. &ldquo;Either way, you look thrashed, RJ. You sleeping okay?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Even infinite monkeys,&rdquo; Carter said, as she always did whenever the topic came up. She, of all of them, knew best. She had been in there with em for a few minutes or a few eternities. Another reason to like her. &ldquo;Either way, you look thrashed, RJ. You sleeping okay?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;No. Maybe. I do not know.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Perhaps sensing some emotion deeper than exhaustion laying beneath the equivocation, the table fell silent, and ey once again looked out the window into the greying afternoon, thumb-tip tapping rhythmically along each of the contacts on the middle joints of eir fingers.</p>
<p>Once the food arrived, the mood loosened up, and ey was able to smile and laugh and take part in the conversation, and even managed to apologize for being a damper on lunch only twice.</p>
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<p>Ey laughed, earnest and true. &ldquo;I suppose so. I was going to say &ldquo;the prophet is only a pipe that sounds when the past demands it&rdquo;, and given that I cannot seem to live in this world anymore, that demand is getting to be overwhelming.&rdquo;</p>
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