Ioan Bălan — 2346
-Convergence T-4 days, 0 hours, 11 minutes
-(transmission delay: 7.23 days)
-+Convergence T-plus 2 days, 0 hours, 11 minutes +(Castor–Lagrange transmission delay: 7 days, 5 hours, 31 minutes)
+
Ioan#98ae38dc arrived at the appointed coffee shop a good hour in advance. The meeting had been eir idea, but it had also been eir primary source of stress during the day prior to it.
The idea of meeting up with True Name in a neutral setting had not gone over as poorly as feared with May. She hadn’t been pleased, to be sure, but given the news from Castor, she had accepted that the chance of further contact with her down-tree instance was likely anyway, and had stated that she was unwilling to engage with her further on the point so ey might as well.
So, ey had forked, given her double kisses on the cheeks along with #Tasker, and stepped away to sit and fret somewhere where ey’d not be a bother.
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@The conversation was veering further off-script. The skunk herself was veering far afield from the one ey’d pictured in eir head. “Your counterpart on Castor sounds much the same as I remember. The True Name on Pollux has, from what I hear, wound up in a relationship and started to guide more openly over the last few years.”
Looking down to where she held her mug against her front, True Name blinked rapidly, nodding.
Tears? Really? Ey frowned, searching her face and posture for any hint that this was some calculated display of emotion.
-“Is it something about the Legrange System?” ey asked, hunting for something to fix, helpless to stop emself from doing so. “Is the culture that different here? Maybe something about the System itself? I’m trying to think of what might be different.”
+“Is it something about the Lagrange System?” ey asked, hunting for something to fix, helpless to stop emself from doing so. “Is the culture that different here? Maybe something about the System itself? I’m trying to think of what might be different.”
“I do not know, Ioan.” She sniffed, sat up straighter, and smiled tiredly at em. “Again, if I did, perhaps there might be something that I could do to address it. I know what I am — what I have become — in comparison to my peers. While I am trying not to view that as a failing, it is…difficult.”
“Something with Jonas, perhaps?”
She winced and looked away, ears pinned flat.
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@She bowed again and stepped from the sim, leaving em to sit on the couch and finish eir tea, mulling over the differences between changing and forgetting. Without forgetting, all True Name had, all they all had, was the ability to change, and all they could do was hope that this would be enough to keep them all sane.