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@ -50,7 +50,7 @@ The historian nodded, chastened.
*"Do not worry about it, Ioan. It really is fine."* Dear patted eir shoulder. *"The name, though. The name is the important thing right now."*
"And the name is?" Ioan's mind raced. Could Dear even say the name? Was it the poet, miraculously talking through years to the system? That would be exciting.
"And the name is?" Ioan's mind raced. Could Dear even say the name? Was it the poet, miraculously talking through years to the System? That would be exciting.
*"Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen, of the Ode clade."*
@ -88,7 +88,7 @@ Dear nodded. *"Hardly anyone uses it anymore, but signifier used to be what we c
"Makes sense, yeah. So they're..."
*"They are an Odist, yes. Way, way down-tree. One of the first instances."* Dear's smile faltered, *"We were not very good at record keeping back then. We are not really now, to be honest, but the system is better. We...we did not know that he was still alive."*
*"He is an Odist, yes. Way, way down-tree. One of the first instances."* Dear's smile faltered, *"We were not very good at record keeping back then. We are not really now, to be honest, but the System is better. We...we did not know that he was still alive."*
"Didn't know? I thought you all talked to each other. You must, in order to keep the names straight. Wait, 'he'?"
@ -108,13 +108,13 @@ The fox's ears perked, *"To the last, yes. Why?"*
"How will, er..."
*"Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen. Just Life is fine, too."*
*"Life Breeds Life, But Death Must Now Be Chosen. Just Life is fine, too, though if he has chosen Qoheleth, we must call him Qoheleth."*
"How will Life react to the search? To me?"
"How will Qoheleth react to the search? To me?"
Dear shrugged and turned its back on Ioan.
The historian stood, quiet and still, and watched as the fox took a few steps deeper into the prairie, crossed its arms and stood straight, staring up into the bruised sky. *"To the second bit, I do not know that it matters. They --- Life, or Qoheleth, or whatever --- are one of us. And even those of us who did not want any outsiders brought on board are only frowning, looking down their noses at the thought, not gathering up arms."*
The historian stood, quiet and still, and watched as the fox took a few steps deeper into the prairie, crossed its arms and stood straight, staring up into the bruised sky. *"To the second bit, I do not know that it matters. He is one of us. And even those of us who did not want any outsiders brought on board are only frowning, looking down their noses at the thought, not gathering up arms."*
"And to the first bit?" Ioan pressed. "What do you think he will think of the search?"