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 <p>True Name leaned back against the couch and stared out the picture windows into the yard for a few minutes as she thought. &ldquo;Perhaps not, no,&rdquo; she said at last. &ldquo;It is difficult to reconcile those two parts of me. They are arguing, in a way. Each is strident in their belief, and some higher part of me will occasionally get stuck trying to get them to just settle down and fucking agree on a course of action or the next sentence or whatever it may be.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Ioan nodded, saying, &ldquo;Sort of like Michelle and Sasha?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She laughed. &ldquo;No, not quite like that, thankfully. There are some similarities &mdash; the sense of there being two parts of me, the internal split &mdash; but it is lacking the dire nature, whatever it was that made her completely helpless before the duality of her self. It is still something that I can override. I can respond as True Name would or as End Waking would, but I am still just me, and I am learning to unify those natures. I am becoming a synthesis.&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>May fiddled with eir sweater vest from where she lay against em. &ldquo;I will admit that, for a while there, I was considering merging down with you before I saw how poorly End Waking&rsquo;s merge went.&rdquo; After the silence stretched out, she laughed nervously, adding, &ldquo;Sorry, I suppose that is a pretty awkward thing to say.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;It is okay, May Then My Name,&rdquo; True Name said, smiling reassuringly. &ldquo;A large part of me wishes that you had rather than End Waking, if I am totally honest. I understand why you did what you did, and I think I agree with it, but on a personal level, I would much rather be integrating your memories than his.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>She winced. &ldquo;That bad?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>She laughed and nodded to em. &ldquo;Yes, of course. There is much to think about.&rdquo;</p>
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