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<h2 id="sorina-balan-ioan-balan">Sorina Bălan — Ioan Bălan</h2>
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<p>systime 227 (2351)<br />
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(transmission delay)</p>
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<p><a href="Ioan.html">Ioan</a> (and, I guess, Aurel),</p>
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<p>I sent my last letter before receiving Aurel’s. I will not apologize for apparently predicting that I would receive such when I spoke of seeking out someone to fill that role in my life. My congratulations to them, I suppose. To you? Aurel doesn’t seem so long-lived as either Codrin or I.</p>
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<p>Is that what one does in this situation? Congratulate? Either way, I wish them the best.</p>
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<p>It’s also spurred a line of thinking within me that I’m still trying to tease apart, and I’m hoping that writing you will help in that. Doubtless you’ll have some insights, sure, but also just the act of writing — to someone I trust, no less — should be helpful on its own.</p>
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<p>Let me begin by saying that I appreciate the way that the clade has provided me options for opting into dealing with topics regarding the Odists. It was initially quite helpful, but as I work through my thoughts on the matter, intentionally engaging with them as a topic has proven quite helpful. So long as that content is clearly delineated, I see no reason to hide it behind eyes-only segments. If I’m up for reading it, I’ll read it. If not, I won’t. Thank you for all of your thoughtfulness over the last few years.</p>
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<p>So, why the Odists? What is it about them that leads to us working so well together? We’re hardly the same. We’re hardly an exact match. We are two puzzle pieces in the broader whole of the world. Not <em>matching</em> puzzle pieces, but close. We don’t fit together perfectly.<sup id="fnref:imperfect"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:imperfect">1</a></sup></p>
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<p>And perhaps that’s it. Perhaps it’s the way we both accept that, internalize it, make it part of who we are when taken in combination. I loved — no, still love — Dear. It was so weird, and it drove me fucking nuts at times. It could be too much, too intense. Sometimes, it was too wrapped up in its art to thoughtfully engage with the world around it. It was prone to tantrums and sulking.</p>
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<p>But me? I was dense. Not just when I was new to the concept of relationships (though certainly more so then!), but throughout our time together, I was constantly misreading cues, misunderstanding the depths of emotions, falling apart when I hadn’t the emotional literacy to deal with what was happening around me. </p>
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<p>We were each terrible in our own way, and yet we made it work. The puzzle pieces still fit together well enough, and formed a brighter picture. We accepted that about the other that was undesirable and found ways to work with or around it in order to let the parts that <em>did</em> work for us improve us as individuals. </p>
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<p>I loved it for its art, yes, but also for its depth of emotion, for its emotional literacy where mine was lacking. I loved it for the patience it had in helping me learn how to be an active participant in my own life. I loved it for just how fucking weird it was.</p>
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<p>Hearing you talk about May Then My Name has tallied quite well with this, too. She’s taught you much the same, and you’ve added to each other’s lives without necessarily being a perfect fit. She’s sometimes too much: you’ve complained often enough about her being too emotionally intense or requiring a bit more engagement than you’re always prepared to give, but you still find ways to work with or around that just as I did with Dear.</p>
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<p>Twice is a curiosity, three times is a pattern, as we saw with Codrin#Pollux and Serene. And now four (five?) times with Sasha?</p>
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<p>Yes, there’s a third of Sasha who is already someone you love, but whether or not you realized that you were doing so, you also spoke quite fondly of True Name over the last year that she was solely herself. You had your hesitancies, of course. You equivocated about whether or not you were friends, on what your role actually was in interacting with her, sitting between her and your partner. We’ve all expressed our frustration (or even anger) with her over her role in both our lives and the System as a whole, you included.</p>
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<p>But as you mentioned in letters during that year, you were also called out on this by both Sarah and May Then My Name more than once. Hell, <em>that</em> you were equivocating speaks to the fact that you were even thinking about it in the first place. It wasn’t some foregone conclusion that you were just, as you put it once, “cordial and intentional acquaintances”. You recognized that friction.</p>
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<p>Don’t even get me started about how you talked about E.W.! Yes, I wish I’d had the chance to meet him, too, but for a while, nearly every letter you sent included some story followed by that exact sentiment.</p>
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<p>Congratulations are due to Aurel, yes, but I am in absolutely no way surprised.</p>
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<p>So what is it about them? Why the Odists? How come we keep winding up in relationships with them? Is it some core aspect to them? Would we have gotten on so well with Michelle, had she been singular enough and in our lives at the right moment? Or is it just those with the right “perpetual hyperfixation”, as you so eloquently put it, who fall into our lives?</p>
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<p>You and perhaps Codrin#Pollux are uniquely positioned to answer this litany of questions. Do you have any insight into what it is that has led us to this state?</p>
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<p>I’ll be honest that I’m not sure what I’ll get out of your answer. I don’t know if it’ll feel good to read,<sup id="fnref:tries"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:tries">2</a></sup> but I guess I’m hoping that it’ll offer some sense of closure. If I– no, <em>when</em> I feel comfortable getting in touch with Codrin again, I will likely ask em, too, as perhaps █████ will have some insight. I will, just…not yet.</p>
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<p>There is one more thing that I’m a little hesitant to ask about, because I’m not quite sure what direction your thoughts are heading in. The chance that me bringing this up is only going to hurt you is real, given the tenor of your letters, and for that I apologize.</p>
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<p>I’ve noticed that you’ve been talking about Rareș quite a bit more over the last year. I touched on it briefly last letter, but I want to approach it more intentionally: what was it that brought him to mind?</p>
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<p>I still think about him, you know. I think about how when he got frustrated, he’d smile, but with his brows knit. It was such a uniquely <em>him</em> expression. I think about our parents’ funeral and how, even at 10, he seemed to understand on a deep level — deeper than us — the finality of death. I think about the confusion and hurt on his face when we announced we were going to upload. It’s not that he didn’t love aunt Rahela, or that she didn’t love us, but we were so much more a parent to him than she ever was.</p>
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<p>I still think about him and hope that we did the right thing. I think we did. I think <em>you</em> did. </p>
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<p>Have you found him? Have you looked? You do not need to. You have my permission not to if that’s not what you need.</p>
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<p>I love you. Pass on my love to May Then My Name as well.</p>
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<p>Sorina<br />
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22 anses-ularaeäl, 4779 Artemis Reckoning</p>
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<p>I suspect that might have actually been rather boring. <a class="footnote-backref" href="#fnref:imperfect" title="Jump back to footnote 1 in the text">↩</a></p>
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<p>I can tell you that it took several sessions to actually write this letter. There were a lot of breaks to take walks or sit and stare out the window like some awful painting titled <em>Sehnsucht</em> or something. I’m putting a light face on it now, but really, I’ve been such a mope, it’s almost a parody. <a class="footnote-backref" href="#fnref:tries" title="Jump back to footnote 2 in the text">↩</a></p>
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