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<!-- Would they really be sleeping? --> <p>One by one, the other Marshans stepped away from my and Hanne&rsquo;s sim until it was just the two of us, the fire crackling, the weight of the evening hanging over, between us. We stood in silence for a few long moments before I stumbled back over to the couch and fell heavily into the cushions. I buried my face in my hands and only then let the grief take me.</p>
<p>Hanne sat beside me, got her arm around my back. She rested her head on my shoulder as the wave of emotion overcame me. At first, she asked if I&rsquo;m alright, then she whispered a few &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sure it&rsquo;ll work out&rdquo;s and &ldquo;it&rsquo;s going to be okay&rdquo;s before eventually just sitting with me in silence.</p>
<p>One by one, the other Marshans step away from my and Hanne&rsquo;s sim until it&rsquo;s just the two of us, the fire crackling, the weight of the evening hanging over, between us. We stand in silence for a few long moments before I stumble back over to the couch and fall heavily into the cushions. I bury my face in my hands and only then let the grief take me.</p> <p>&ldquo;This is really fucking weird,&rdquo; I said once I was able to speak again. The sound of speech echoed strangely in my head, muffled in that post-cry mess. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t even know who I&rsquo;m crying for. It&rsquo;s not like they&rsquo;re a parent, I came from them, but they aren&rsquo;t me, either.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Hanne sits beside me, gets her arm around my back. She rests her head on my shoulder, letting the wave of emotion overcome me. At first, she asks if I&rsquo;m alright, then she whispers a few &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sure it&rsquo;ll work out&rdquo;s and &ldquo;it&rsquo;s going to be okay&rdquo;s before eventually just sitting with me in silence.</p>
<p>&ldquo;This is really fucking weird,&rdquo; I say once I&rsquo;m able to speak again. The sound of speech echoes strangely in my head, muffled in that post-cry mess. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t even know who I&rsquo;m crying for. It&rsquo;s not like they&rsquo;re a parent, I came from them, but they aren&rsquo;t me, either.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;A bit of both, maybe?&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;A bit of both, maybe?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I shrug. &ldquo;Maybe.&rdquo;</p> <p>I shrugged. &ldquo;Maybe.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Do you really think they&rsquo;re gone?&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;Do you really think they&rsquo;re gone?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I shrug again, stay silent.</p> <p>I shrugged again, stay silent.</p>
<p>Hanne nudges me gently with her shoulder. &ldquo;Come on, Reed. Let&rsquo;s get you to bed.&rdquo;</p> <p>Hanne nudged me gently with her shoulder. &ldquo;Come on, Reed. Let&rsquo;s get you to bed.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;ll be able to sleep. Not after all that.&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;ll be able to sleep. Not after all that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Still,&rdquo; she says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. It feels too hot, too intense a sensation, but I feel calmness radiate from that spot all the same. &ldquo;If nothing else, you can lay down in the dark and give your poor eyes a break. Plus, <em>I</em> need to sleep, at least.&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;Still,&rdquo; she said, leaning over to kiss my cheek. It felt too hot, too intense a sensation, but I felt calmness radiate from that spot all the same. &ldquo;If nothing else, you can lay down in the dark and give your poor eyes a break. Plus, <em>I</em> need to sleep, at least.&rdquo;</p>
<p>How can I stand, knowing as I do that the clade had become unmoored? How can I think of sleep when there might be some remnant of Marsh somewhere in the wires? Some ghost of them in the machine that was the System? If this System is a dream, as Dry Grass and the rest of her clade had promised the world, then oughtn&rsquo;t there be some wisp of emh of memory from which deeper archives could be dredged? Even a Marsh from decades back would still be a Marsh worth bringing back.</p> <p>How could I stand, knowing as I did that the clade had become unmoored? How could I think of sleep when there might be some remnant of Marsh somewhere in the wires? Some ghost of them in the machine that was the System? If this System was a dream, as Dry Grass and the rest of her clade had promised the world, then oughtn&rsquo;t there be some wisp of them of memory from which deeper archives could be dredged? Even a Marsh from decades back would still be a Marsh worth bringing back.</p>
<p>I sigh, nod, and let her pull me to his feet.</p> <p>I sighed, nodded dully, and let her pull me to my feet.</p>
<p>I sway for a moment, feeling reality shift unsteadily beneath me. Once I straighten up, I follow Hanne off to our bedroom. We&rsquo;d spent the previous night, as we often did, sleeping in two separate beds &mdash; I always get too warm sleeping next to someone &mdash; but any grounding force feels welcome now, so, with a gesture, the two beds slide together, merging seamlessly into one.</p> <p>I swayed for a moment, feeling reality shift unsteadily beneath me. Once I straightened up, I followed Hanne off to our bedroom. We&rsquo;d spent the previous night, as we often did, sleeping in two separate beds &mdash; I always got too warm sleeping next to someone &mdash; but any grounding force feels welcome now, so, with a gesture, the two beds slid together, merging seamlessly into one.</p>
<p>A hollow feeling bubbles up within me. The two beds merging into one was an image of something now well beyond the Marsh clade. I&rsquo;m thankful I&rsquo;ve already cried myself dry.</p> <p>A hollow feeling bubbled up within me. The two beds merging into one was an image of something now well beyond the Marsh clade. I was thankful I&rsquo;d already cried myself dry.</p>
<p>The lights dim to near darkness and the temperature drops a few degrees as me and Hanne strip and settle beneath the covers, her arms snug around me.</p> <p>The lights dimmed to near darkness and the temperature dropped a few degrees as me and Hanne stripped and settled beneath the covers, her arms snug around me.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I love you, Reed,&rdquo; she mumbles against the back of my neck. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry I got so stressed before, but I love you. You know that, right?&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;I love you, Reed,&rdquo; she mumbled against the back of my neck. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry I got so stressed before, but I love you. You know that, right?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I slouch back against her. &ldquo;I know. I love you too.&rdquo;</p> <p>I leaned back against her. &ldquo;I know. I love you too.&rdquo;</p>
<p>As expected, sleep does not come. Exhaustion pulls at me, exerting its own gravity, but too many emotions crowd it out. Too many emotions and too many thoughts. I spend a few minutes chiding myself &mdash; shouldn&rsquo;t I sleep, if only to be more refreshed for the next day? &mdash; before giving in and letting my mind circle around each of those emotions, each of those thoughts.</p> <p>As expected, sleep did not come. Exhaustion pulled at me, exerting its own gravity, but too many emotions crowded it out. Too many emotions and too many thoughts. I spent a few minutes chiding myself &mdash; shouldn&rsquo;t I sleep, if only to be more refreshed for the next day? &mdash; before giving in and letting my mind circle around each of those emotions, each of those thoughts.</p>
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<p>There&rsquo;s the faintest brush against my sensorium. Vos.</p> <p>There&rsquo;s the faintest brush against my sensorium. Vos.</p>
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