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<p>True name stood, brushing her paws down over her blouse to straighten some imagined crease. “Then I must thank you. It has been surprisingly fulfilling to be able to talk through all of this. It is, as your partner states, irreversibility. We cannot un-launch, we cannot un-diverge from Pollux or the System. You can surely appreciate that.”</p>
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<p>“I’ll have to tell it that when I get back. It’ll be excited to hear its idea out in the wild.”</p>
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<p>The skunk walked with em to the door and grinned. “It will be fucking pissed, Codrin Bălan, and we both know that.”</p>
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<p>When ey returned home and set down eir notes on eir desk, et quit to merge with the Codrin that had remained behind, walked into the house proper, into the bedroom, and slipped, fully-clothed, beneath the sheets. The interview had not lasted more than half an hour, and yet ey felt drained.</p>
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<p>When ey returned home and set down eir notes on eir desk, ey quit to merge with the Codrin that had remained behind, who, bearing the sudden weight of exhaustion, walked into the house proper, into the bedroom, and slipped, fully-clothed, beneath the sheets. The interview had not lasted more than half an hour, and yet ey felt drained.</p>
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<p>Ey must have dozed off at some point, as ey was woken by Dear crawling into the bed behind em, one of the fox’s skinny arms slinking around eir chest, and then a cold nose pressed against the back of eir neck.</p>
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<p>“Afternoon,” ey mumbled.</p>
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<p><em>“Evening, actually. I wanted to let you sleep, but dinner will be up shortly.”</em></p>
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<p>“No.” Codrin finally allowed emself to be pulled to eir feet, smoothing out eir rumpled clothing. “No, I suppose not.”</p>
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<p>“A small untruth,” she said, voice calm and soothing. “Michelle herself did quit some time ago, but I am of her clade.”</p>
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<p>“Why didn’t you tell me?”</p>
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<p>She winked. “A story such as ours deserves a grand conclusion, does it not?”</p>
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<p>He laughed. It sounded manic even to his own ears, crazed. “Tell me everything! I need to know about you, about her, about–“</p>
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<p>He laughed. It sounded manic even to his own ears. Crazed. “Tell me everything! I need to know about you, about her, about–“</p>
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<p>“Patience, patience!” May Then My Name ducked one of his waving hands, laughing as well. “We have all the time in the world, my dear, and today is a day for many celebrations. You will learn all about us, cousin. You will learn about me and her, about individuation and intracladal dynamics.”</p>
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<p>He nodded. All that she was saying was swirling around in his mind, wrapped up in the strange, fluent-yet-stilted language that he’d gotten used to over text but now had to get used to in person. He couldn’t tell if he was ecstatic at the news, mad at her, or simply overwhelmed, but so earnest was May then My Name’s expression that any heat of anger quickly cooled.</p>
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<p>“Everything feels like it needs to be done in such a rush, though,” he admitted. “Like if I don’t do it right now I’m going to explode. You really look like her? Exactly? And…but you’re a skunk.”</p>
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<p>The rest of the day from there on was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the happiest that Douglas had ever had. He learned of the Ode and of the Name. He learned of Codrin and Dear. He learned of all of the vast vagaries of the System, of the new arts and the subtle sciences that could exist only outside of the physical world. He learned, watching the way Ioan and May Then My Name looked at each other, spoke to each other, touched each other, what happiness even was, and that he was a part of it lent more of a sense of completion than any celebration could.</p>
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<p>“What did you do?” ey said, cutting her off. “What was your role in all of this?”</p>
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<p>May flinched back as though slapped. “Ioan, I do not–“</p>
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<p>“May, I just need to know.”</p>
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<p>She stayed silent, and after a minuted, ey sighed.</p>
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<p>She stayed silent, and after a minute, ey sighed.</p>
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<p>“We talked about this early on, about how you said that I’d get upset, and that you were worried that I’d get upset at you.”</p>
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<p>She nodded, silent still.</p>
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<p>“And I am. I’m upset and tired and…I don’t know. Sad? Numb? Something like that. I can’t promise that I won’t be upset at you, and I really don’t want this to go into either of our projects, but please, May, I need to know.”</p>
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<p>Ey grinned, nodded, and made a mental note to ensure that Douglas remembered the suggestion ey’d given almost a year back, that he’d be ready to upload in time.</p>
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<p>The two types were alike in so many ways. The softness evident between the two disparate species was the same softness. The roundness to the cheeks, despite the fur, was the same roundness. The eyes bore the same expressive empathy.</p>
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<p>And before them sat one who was not like any of the others, and yet was exactly like all of them. When she focused, she was able to look like skunk or like human, and her eyes were able to share in some of that softness, but when she lost focus, waves of both crashed against her in a violent tempest, splashing fur up over cheeks, or skin down over paws.</p>
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<p>“I am sorry,” she said through a dry throat, then laughed. “I am having a bad day.”</p>
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<p>Among the four in front of her, there were two expressions. The two sitting at the ends of the rows looked as though they were struggling to keep from crying, and two in the middle frowned, as though tamping down some emotion that wavered between fear and disappointment.</p>
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<p>Among the four in front of her, there were two expressions. The two sitting at the ends of the row looked as though they were struggling to keep from crying, and two in the middle frowned, as though tamping down some emotion that wavered between fear and disappointment.</p>
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<p>“Anyway,” Michelle/Sasha said. “I guess I just wanted to get a few of us together to confirm some thoughts that I have been having of late.”</p>
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<p>“Is this about the Council?” the woman sitting on the inside, To Pray For The End Of Endings, asked.</p>
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<p>“Well, yes and no. My thoughts on the council were the root of it. It is just…did I fuck up?”</p>
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<p>And then she was Michelle. At least for a little while, she was just Michelle, and May Then My Name could brush her hair and they could talk about something else, and she could allow the thought that perhaps even the dead can be happy.</p>
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