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<p>&ldquo;We were told&ndash;&rdquo; Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi&rsquo;im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo; Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi&rsquo;im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, a people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name stood quickly enough to knock her chair back and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, &ldquo;How fucking dare&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>The rest of the delegation pressed away from her with a shout. The firstracers rose up to their full height and Iska blurred quickly to stand atop their stool.</p>
<p>The rest of the delegation pressed away from her with a shout. The firstracers rose up to their full height and Iska blurred quickly to stand atop their stool, shouting, &ldquo;<em>Iha!</em>&ldquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size&hellip;of&hellip;&rdquo; Answers Will Not Help continued, unfazed. She was phasing in and out of common time now, despite the promise of unison. Her words jittering now fast, now slow. &ldquo;I cannot feel em here. We are so far away from home. I cannot&hellip;I miss em, I miss em. I miss&hellip;was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae&rsquo;s words come true?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Stop!&rdquo; True Name shouted, tackling the blurring, crumbling form of Answers Will Not Help to the ground. &ldquo;Fucking stop! You cannot&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>After a moment&rsquo;s tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing, retching, crying. &ldquo;For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters&mdash;&rdquo; she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.</p>