From df6c1cd6aaa043d2bac4ca61ef17ca725a68a640 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2021 21:50:10 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- .../post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html | 4 ++-- .../post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-pollux/001.html | 4 ++-- writing/post-self/toledot/secession/phys/Yared/002.html | 4 ++-- 3 files changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html index b237410f5..04052f0de 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/launch/Codrin-castor/002.html @@ -61,7 +61,7 @@

Was it something to do with the clade? The Odists had been around long enough — what had Dear said? After Secession? 2130 something? Still almost two centuries — that there was certainly enmity between the various factions, perhaps there was some regret there.

Ey sat before the cairn so that it came up to eye level, and watched the long, slow sunset begin.

Perhaps it was regret or guilt, perhaps not. The fox had attacked the idea of leaving, of truly leaving the L5 System and leaving no fork behind, with a ferocity that even Dear’s partner admitted was somewhat unusual, as though it had needed to leave, to escape something.

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And then it’s story, building a ascetic cult until it had been killed by its followers. Did some of that ring true to the fox? Did it feel that it had a cult following? Did it feel as though there were some risk of being destroyed by the thing that it had built up? Did it feel like an ascetic who had taken too many liberties?

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And then it’s story, building an ascetic cult until it had been killed by its followers. Did some of that ring true to the fox? Did it feel that it had a cult following? Did it feel as though there were some risk of being destroyed by the thing that it had built up? Did it feel like an ascetic who had taken too many liberties?

“I’m overthinking this,” ey mumbled.

All the same, eir frustration had burned itself out, and all that remained was exhaustion and worry. Ey would forever worry about Dear, seeing how brightly the fox flared, that some of the madness that it had said plagued the Odists, whether from age or from something before uploading, surely dwelt within it as well.

As the sky purpled, Codrin sighed and stood up once more, stretching and beginning the long walk home. Ey could just arrive there, but the walk felt necessary to process so many strangely-shaped thoughts.

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The questions would wait. It was time to just be.