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 <p>True Name leaned forward enough to catch Why Ask Questions&rsquo;s gaze, sharing a meaningful look. Codrin frowned, scratched out another note in eir notebook.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Leader Turun Ka,&rdquo; True Name said with a hint of a bow. &ldquo;Thank you for your answer. Would you be amenable to a short break? I would like to sync up with our delegation.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>The firstracer lifted its chin in assent and those around the table stood, exchanging bows before making their way each to their own rest area.</p>
-<p>Once they&rsquo;d made it around the corner into the common area, the skunk grinned toothily at Tycho. &ldquo;Good catch, Dr. Brahe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Once they&rsquo;d made it around the corner into the common area, the skunk grinned at Tycho. &ldquo;Good catch, Dr. Brahe.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I was a little surprised, myself. That gives us a good idea of their speed and perhaps their traj&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Shut up, Tycho,&rdquo; Why Ask Questions said, laughing. &ldquo;We will get to all the delicious science you could ask for soon enough. Your question went more than a little beyond that.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>He frowned. &ldquo;What? How?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>&ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ll leave the politics to you all,&rdquo; he said, grinning and shaking his head. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to write my own note while we have a bit of time.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>&ldquo;Please confirm: do you mean social-stratification-caste?&rdquo; Turun Ko said, and both Codrin and True Name rushed to write a note.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;d also like to know about that, yes, but let&rsquo;s come back to that later. In this instance, I was wondering there are interests that are seen as distasteful or silly.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;We have decided that there are not any that are seen as distasteful,&rdquo; Turun Ka said after another conferral with its delegates. &ldquo;But there are many that are seen as frivolous. Some view contemplative or spiritual life as frivolous, particularly among secondrace, which is very old.&rdquo;</p>
-<p>Codrin frowned, making a note to ask about that later. They had the concept of spirituality, and even the concept of a life lived in in contemplation. It raised several other questions besides, such as why it was that the second oldest race bore the brunt of that assumption, and why it had been implied that firstrace was immune. Were religions shared between the races? Were religions time-bound? In eir hundred and twenty-eight years of life, time had run out on countless end-of-the-world predictions.</p>
+<p>Codrin frowned, making a note to ask about that later. They had the concept of spirituality, and even the concept of a life lived in in contemplation. It raised several other questions besides, such as why it was that the second oldest race bore the brunt of that assumption, and why it had been implied that firstrace was immune. Were religions shared between the races? Were religions time-bound? In eir 128 years of life, time had run out on countless end-of-the-world predictions.</p>
 <p>Ey shook the rumination from eir eyes in time to hear True Name asking, &ldquo;What is the population&rsquo;s the view of the Council of Eight?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Turun Ka rocked its head from side to side. Amusement, Codrin#Castor had written. &ldquo;We are seen as almost vestigial except during convergences. What guidance we provide we do so through through advisory not&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
-<p>It was interrupted by a bang as Answers Will Not Help, who had been nearly in a stupor up until this point, slammed her fists down on the table. &ldquo;I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It was interrupted by a bang as Answers Will Not Help, who had been nearly in a stupor up until this point, slammed her fists down on the table. &ldquo;I must keep no veil between me and my words. I must set no stones between me and my actions!&rdquo;</p>
 <p>There was a tense moment of silence.</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Apologies,&rdquo; she said, rubbing her hands over her face and then yelping as a wave of skunk washed beneath them. &ldquo;I cannot stop myself from speaking.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Artante nodded slowly. &ldquo;Would you like to take a brief break, representative Why Ask Questions?&rdquo;</p>