[If she-the-thing-behind-her is aware of that horrible chill passing through him now (it must know, doesn't it?), there's nothing in her face to indicate it. There's no shift in the shape of her mind in the room. No green thing or delicate flower or thorn studded branch shifts in the garden. It's quiet and peaceful and nothing ever changes.]
Cathaway. [As if that much is obvious; hasn't he been listening? They just had such a nice introduction.] She is the part of us who arrived in this body. The part of us that lives closest to this place still.
[If this is an aggregate of something different, something larger, then she is the thread which moors it here.]
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Cathaway. [As if that much is obvious; hasn't he been listening? They just had such a nice introduction.] She is the part of us who arrived in this body. The part of us that lives closest to this place still.
[If this is an aggregate of something different, something larger, then she is the thread which moors it here.]