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<h1 id="tycho-braheemissary-2346">Tycho Brahe#Emissary &mdash; 2346</h1>
<p>Over the last hour of common time, what tension was bound within True Name seemed to have been refocused from struggling quite so hard to maintain herself into being present and taking part. This meant that, while she was more susceptible to waves of shifting form and the occasional gasp or shudder, she grew far more intent on the task at hand, of learning from the discussions with the Artemisians.</p>
<p>Tycho found the ways in which her face would ghost first one way then the other fascinating and unnerving, but also the steadfastness with which she moved in the context of the meeting in spite of that admirable.</p>
<p>While the talks had continued apace, with frequent breaks on the part of the Odists, there felt like more forward momentum thanks to this sacrifice.</p>
<p>Codrin had noticed the change as well, and when asked, ey had nodded in agreement. &ldquo;She approaches much of her&hellip;well, I was going to say life, but it goes beyond that. She approaches much of her existence as a cost-benefit analysis of sorts.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Leader Turun Ka, I would like to ask how you manage sentiment here on Artemis. Are there many situations where the direction, momentum, or clarity of social change must be managed from a high level?&rdquo;</p>
<p>There&rsquo;s a conversation between TN and Turun Ka around how the various races manage sentiment. Tycho is surprised at it being frank, Sarah suggests that she might be working on many levels, Codrin starting to worry about their sanity</p>
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<p>&ldquo;You believe me what?&rdquo; she mumbled, still sniffling.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I believe that you grew a sense of empathy and a conscience. I believe you couldn&rsquo;t manipulate a hair off my head unless you thought I would live a happier, more fulfilling life without it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The skunk laughed through the tears, a choked and stifled sound. She finally reached out and set one of her paws in Ioan&rsquo;s hand. &ldquo;Even then, I would feel bad.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I believe that, too,&rdquo; ey said, brushing a thumb over her fingers. &ldquo;I believe that you&rsquo;re genuine, is what I&rsquo;m trying to say. You just happened to have the craziest fucking in-laws I&rsquo;ve ever met.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I believe that, too,&rdquo; ey said, brushing a thumb over her fingers. &ldquo;I believe that you&rsquo;re genuine, is what I&rsquo;m trying to say. You just happened to have the craziest fucking family I&rsquo;ve ever met.&rdquo;</p>
<p>At this, May laughed in earnest, rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm down. &ldquo;Yes, you are right. I am sorry that they are upsetting people, and that I am a part of that, that I did what I do and that you were their goal. The last thing that I want to do is hurt you.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ioan nodded. &ldquo;I believe you. It&rsquo;s fucked up, but that&rsquo;s on them.&rdquo;</p>
<p>They sat for a while longer, hand in paw across the table, while she calmed down and ey thought. Ey was already pulling together the threads of the story that would become eir history, bit by bit, letter by letter, interview by interview, conversation by conversation.</p>
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<p>Ey grinned, nodded, and made a mental note to ensure that Douglas remembered the suggestion ey&rsquo;d given almost a year back, that he&rsquo;d be ready to upload in time.</p>
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