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<p><strong>May Then My Name:</strong> Bye!</p>
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<p>Douglas leaned back from his terminal and stretched his arms up toward the ceiling, leaning back in his chair.</p>
<p>Every time he talked with Ioan and May, he was once again faced with the realization that he had hardly needed Ioan to convince him at all. The two were the first people he could call friends that he&rsquo;d had since school. He liked them immensely. Beyond that, though, something about May Then My Name seemed as though she was simply built to be liked, as though, whenever he talked with her, he had no choice but to like her.</p>
<p>Every time he talked with Ioan and May Then My Name, he was once again faced with the realization that he had hardly needed Ioan to convince him at all. The two were the first people he could call friends that he&rsquo;d had since school. He liked them immensely. Beyond that, though, something about May Then My Name seemed as though she was simply built to be liked, as though, whenever he talked with her, he had no choice but to like her.</p>
<p>It wasn&rsquo;t quite charisma, as, whenever he tried the word on for May Then My Name, it carried far too many implications of manipulation, and the last thing he could picture her doing was being manipulative.</p>
<p>She was weird, yes. Goofy, even. But there was nothing about her that was calculating or cold. Perhaps that&rsquo;s what she&rsquo;d meant about it needing to be Ioan&rsquo;s choice. Perhaps she knew just how easy it would be for her to manipulate em into a relationship.</p>
<p><em>One more walk around the station,</em> he thought. <em>Then I&rsquo;ll get to bed. January can&rsquo;t come soon enough.</em></p>
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<p>&ldquo;Why?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;She is&hellip;closer to it than I am.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Debarre gripped his glass more tightly and twisted sideways to swing his leg over the bench and straddle it. &ldquo;Yeah, I don&rsquo;t get it. Before everyone else gets here, can you at least give me a sentence or two?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;When she forked, when I&hellip;became me, she decided not to fork that part of her that suffers if that is the right word.&rdquo; True Name frowned. &ldquo;Already we are drifting further apart. The species remains, the appearance and the speech patterns remain, the <em>mind</em> remains, but not that part of her that is so split. I am me, I am templated off of Sasha, because being both Michelle and Sasha at the same time was no longer tolerable.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;When she forked, when I&hellip;became me, she decided not to fork that part of her that suffers, if that is the right word.&rdquo; True Name frowned. &ldquo;Already we are drifting further apart. The species remains, the appearance and the speech patterns remain, the <em>mind</em> remains, but not that part of her that is so split. I am me, I am templated off of Sasha, because being both Michelle and Sasha at the same time was no longer tolerable.&rdquo;</p>
<p>He shrugged, still staring down into his drink. &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t speak to that, I guess. But why Aw&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>True Name slammed her glass down on the table a bit harder than intended, some of the drink spilling over her hand. &ldquo;Do not say that fucking name.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The weasel jumped at the sudden intensity, and when he recovered, he finally met her gaze. His expression softened from fear and anger to a tired bleakness. That moment drew out for a long few seconds of quiet and seething sadness. He reached for a napkin from the dispenser at the end of the table and handed it to her. &ldquo;Here.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;Well, then, you are all free to stick around or go if you want,&rdquo; True Name said. &ldquo;I am going to stay and get well and truly plastered.&rdquo;</p>
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