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> *Convergence T-plus 1 day, 21 hours, 38 minutes*
The process of leaving the talks was one of emotion bound up in the stress of merging. As unpracticed as he was at forking, the process of quitting and reconciling memories was just as foreign to him. Ordinarily it would have taken an hour for Tycho#Castor to sort through the memories from Tycho#Artemis and then another two for Tycho#Tasker to sort through the memories from #Artemis for a few weeks' divergence.
The process of leaving the formal talks was one of emotion bound up in the stress of merging. As unpracticed as he was at forking, the process of quitting and reconciling memories was just as foreign to him. Ordinarily it would have taken an hour for Tycho#Castor to sort through the memories from Tycho#Artemis and then another two for Tycho#Tasker to sort through the memories from #Artemis for a few weeks' divergence.
These were not ordinary times.
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He was startled away from looking at the sky by the sound of a sniffle from the skunk.
"I'm sorry, True Name. That was--"
"Shit. I'm sorry, True Name. That was--"
"No, you are right, Tycho. I know what I am and how I became that," she said, voice thick. "But I am feeling every one of my 259 years tonight. I just wanted to be with someone. Just...be, you know? Exist with someone without having some sort of agenda other than to celebrate something big."
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She shrugged, a subtle shifting of shadow. "That too, yes, but also, news from the three Systems has been distressing. Much of the clade will be seeking...well, therapy."
He frowned up to the sky, unable to think of anything to say to that that would not sound rude or patronizing.
He frowned up to the sky, unable to think of anything to say to that that would not sound rude or patronizing. He'd already put his foot in it once tonight.
"Our cracks are showing," the skunk continued in a far-away voice. "Growth is colliding with eternal memory, and the cracks are showing."
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"But you won't be able to join them, *anem?*"
She laughed. "Practicing?"
She chuckled. "Practicing?"
"I guess," he admitted. "I want to get used to the language."