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@ -73,13 +73,13 @@ She nodded, averting her eyes. "I am fucking terrified, Ioan. What am I to do in
Ey blinked, taken aback. This was not how ey'd imagined the conversation would go. Ey'd pictured her providing some glib explanation for what was happening and perhaps outlining the steps that she and her close cocladists were taking to control the situation. Ey was expecting her to steer em towards confidence in her, and hopefully even to soothe eir fears about May through doing so.
This wasn't the True Name ey remembered. Were these her own cracks showing?
This wasn't the True Name ey remembered.
Ey prowled through memories of the conversations ey'd had with her over the years --- several, during those first few years after launch, then the rapid decrease after the publication of the *History* --- and tallied up each against the next.
"You've changed quite a bit, True Name," ey said. "I don't know what you're supposed to do, that's out of my league. All I can say is that you've changed. It looks like it takes you a lot of effort to keep the confidence that used to be so integral to your personality."
"You've changed quite a bit, True Name," ey said. "I don't know what you're supposed to do, that's out of my league. I'm sorry. Trust me when I say I wish I could help. I just...you seem like you're struggling."
Ey watched as she bridled, subsided, and nodded. "I am not what I was."
Ey watched as she bridled, subsided, nodded. "I am not what I was."
"What changed?"
@ -113,7 +113,7 @@ The skunk laughed, and it was difficult to miss the bitter tone in her voice. "I
Eir frown deepened.
She made a setting-aside gesture that ey'd grown used to from May, as though the topic were unimportant, not worth discussing. "I will contact them. Thank you for suggesting that, Mx. Bălan. Even if they are unwilling to help, it is probably a good idea that I seek out therapy. Lord knows I need it."
She made a setting-aside gesture, one ey'd grown used to from May, as though the topic were unimportant, not worth discussing. "I will contact them. Thank you for suggesting that, Mx. Bălan. Even if they are unwilling to help, it is probably a good idea that I seek out therapy. Lord knows I need it."
Ey nodded, wary to continue. As the silence that followed stretched out, ey retrieved eir tea and sipped it before it grew too cold.