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<p>“Sure thing.”</p>
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<p>May, who had been quiet up until then, said, “Thank you for coming back.”</p>
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<p>True Name tilted her head. “It was not safe there, May Then My Name. This will be better.”</p>
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<p>“Yes, but thank you all the same.” She laughed and waved a hand. “I am sorry, disregard me. I am still not yet at baseline, myself, and it has me feeling emotional.”</p>
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<p>“Yes, but thank you all the same.” She laughed and waved a hand. “I am sorry, disregard me. I am still not yet at baseline and it has me feeling emotional.”</p>
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<p>The other skunk’s expression softened and she leaned forward to give one of her paws a squeeze. It looked stiff and awkward, but it was at least an attempt at a gesture that was more in line with May’s mode of interacting.</p>
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<p>“I understand. I do not think I am there, yet, myself. I will see you at dinner, yes?”</p>
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<p>Ioan and May both nodded and made their goodbyes. As a last concession to giving the skunk privacy, ey made a small gate in the fence leading into their yard so that they wouldn’t have to go through her room if they needed to go out into her plain for any reason. It meant pushing through lilac bushes, but ey figured it’d be rarely used.</p>
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<p>She laughed and nodded to em. “Yes, of course. There is much to think about.”</p>
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<p>She clutched the water to her chest with both paws, stumbling blindly around the kitchen counter so that ey could guide her to the beanbag.</p>
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<p>She sat down and let Ioan rub her back. Only once she could manage a sip or two of water, she said, voice hoarse, “Did I fuck up, Ioan?”</p>
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<p>Ey was still teasing apart the day — or perhaps the last month — but all the same, ey did eir best to respond to what ey suspected lay beneath the surface of the question. “Do you think she resents you for not just letting her be True Name?”</p>
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<p>May whined and set the water glass aside, shifting on the beanbag until she could rest her head on eir thigh. “I worry that the real reason she wanted to do this was because there is no going back to who she was. One of those “fuck it, burn it all down” situations.”</p>
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<p>May whined and set the water glass aside, shifting on the beanbag until she could rest her head on eir thigh. “I worry that the real reason she wanted to do this was because there is no going back to who she was. One of those ‘fuck it, burn it all down’ situations.”</p>
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<p>“There could be some of that, but is that so bad?”</p>
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<p>“I do not know,” she mumbled.</p>
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<p>“Can you imagine her being okay staying as True Name and being all cooped up for the rest of eternity?”</p>
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<p>The skunk rolled until her face was nearly pressed against eir belly to let em pet. “I do not know,” she mumbled. “I do not think even she knows.”</p>
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<p>The last thing ey remembered before falling asleep was watching the way True Name had curled to face May, the two skunks holding each others’ paws once more, and thinking to emself, <em>This isn’t how I pictured things winding up if I had somehow been able to fix things between them, but it could certainly be worse.</em></p>
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<p>Waking brought confusion. Something about the inversion from their normal bed, of having fallen asleep on eir other side than ey usually did, induced a subtle sense of vertigo at first. The pajamas were also bunched up around em strangely, adding a subtle sense of constriction. As sleep slowly seeped away, though, the feeling lessened and ey was able to relax in the warmth beneath the covers.</p>
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<p>Warmer than expected, perhaps. May was still in eir arms, as expected, but the position felt off with the addition of a second warm bulk.</p>
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<p>Warmer than expected, perhaps. May was still in eir arms, as usual, but the position felt off with the addition of a second warm bulk.</p>
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<p>Ey tried to puzzle it out through the fog of doziness that still surrounded em. Eventually, ey gave up and levered eir eyes open, blinking a few times to bring the world into focus.</p>
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<p>At some point in the night, True Name had apparently rolled over and wound up curled in May’s arms, much as she was curled in eirs, and with with eir arm resting atop May’s, ey was left hugging two skunks.</p>
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<p>Ey lay there for a while, groggily trying to piece together eir thoughts on the situation. As far as ey could remember, in eir still sleep-addled state, ey’d never been this close to True Name before. There had been the occasional casual touch, a few touches out of necessity — grabbing her hand to get away from Guōweī, lifting her after End Waking’s merge — but even going back to when ey’d first met her, there’d been very little touch. It made sense, given her personality, and yet here she was, all cuddled up with the two of them. If nothing else, ey should probably decide whether or not to extricate eir arm from the situation to ease that awkwardness.</p>
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<p>“I am sorry I shouted last night. I think I understand Dear’s letter better now.”</p>
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<p>May nodded.</p>
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<p>“I was wondering if you didn’t know about…all that before last night, honestly,” Ioan said.</p>
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<p>“I have been fed bad and incomplete information for years now. I had not suspected just to what extent. I am still frightened, if I am honest, but I will trust you two on this. It is complicated, and bound up in emotions I do not understand, but I will trust you.” She shook her head. “But I cannot speak of it any more right now.”</p>
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<p>“I have been fed bad and incomplete information for years now. I had not suspected just to what extent. I am still frightened, if I am honest, but I will trust you two on this. It is complicated and bound up in emotions I do not understand, but I will trust you.” She shook her head. “But I cannot speak of it any more right now.”</p>
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<p>“Heading outside?” ey asked.</p>
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<p>She nodded. “Yes. I will need an hour or so of nothing but the morning and the grass.”</p>
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<p>“Of course.”</p>
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<p>“I–“</p>
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<p>“Do not make it weird, True Name,” May said, laughing. She held out a paw toward the skunk “Just fucking call me May already.”</p>
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<p>“Right. May,” True Name said, gingerly resting her paw in her up-tree instance’s.</p>
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<p>“I do not know how you get from this world to that one, either, should that even be something you want, but,” she said, taking a deep breath. “So long as you come by that path earnestly and we discuss it in the moment, it is your path to take. Do you have any thoughts, Ioan?”</p>
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<p>“I do not know how you get from this world to that one, either, should that even be something you want, but,” she said, taking a deep breath, “so long as you come by that path earnestly and we discuss it in the moment, it is your path to take. Do you have any thoughts, Ioan?”</p>
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<p>Ey held up eir hands. “Don’t look at me. I don’t have a clue.”</p>
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<p>They laughed.</p>
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<p>“We’ll see, I guess,” ey said, shrugging. “It’s all way too much for me to take in right now.”</p>
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<p>“Of course, my dear,” May said, giving her paw a squeeze. “Go and walk. There will be time for discussions to come, especially once we are finished with this unpleasant political business.”</p>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="035.html">They meet, they talk, TN changes</a> — Jonas talks about how the upcoming changes require a different kind of stability for continuity and TN just isn’t gonna cut it, gives ultimata for her continued existence. TN becomes Sasha, and now she’s all asmirk.</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="036.html">Something innocent</a> — The aftermath. They get Serene to basically duplicate Arrowhead Lake in place of Sasha’s field, etc Sasha works on finding a new purpose, realizes it’s going to be a long process.</li>
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<li class="done4"> <a href="037.html">Epilogue</a> Ioan and Sasha are drifting closer together as hinted at in 002, but this should a) look like it’s going to end happily and b) be an active and open conversation because I am completely unwilling to lose any of them.<ul>
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<li class="done4"> <em>To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, / and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, / and to become immortal is to repeat the past.</em> — It has been a quarter of a millennium since their death, and yet less than a quarter of a thousand people know their name. Fitting, then, that I tell you the story of the poet and the one true origin of our world, of our very own ghost in the system, of the whispers in your dreams and the one who binds us to immortality. (2365/systime 241+21)</li>
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<li class="done4"> <em>To deny the end is to deny all beginnings, / and to deny beginnings is to become immortal, / and to become immortal is to repeat the past.</em> — It has been a quarter of a millennium since eir death, and yet less than a quarter of a thousand people know eir name. Fitting, then, that I tell you the story of RJ Brewster, of the poet and the one true origin of our world, of our very own ghost in the system, of the whispers in your dreams and the one who binds us to immortality. (2365/systime 241+21)</li>
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