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Midnight would like it known that he totally wouldn't have done this but he could've if he wanted to
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"There is," he says to the demon, "a way to travel between worlds without being summoned. I will trade you the knowledge of how to make it for three of them and some help identifying a habitable planet in our new dimension."

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"...oh, gosh," says the demon. "How big are they? What kinda help?"

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He gestures. They'll fit in this ship. "They take you to a completely arbitrary location in the new dimension, so you're almost guaranteed to land in vacuum. Then we'll need someone to conjure for Earthlike worlds and help us get coordinates for one so that we can lightleap to it."

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"Okay, I like this whole being allowed to talk thing so I'm gonna help you out, technically you said help identifying planets not help getting there," the demon says. "If I'd gone uh-huh to that I wouldn't've had to make you a lightleaper too."

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And they don't actually need a lightleaper but he's not going to tell her about the teleport. "Okay. I will trade you information about how to travel between dimensions for three of the devices used to do that and then help identifying and travelling to an inhabited planet in a new dimension, is that a deal?"

 

 

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"You got it," the demon chirps, and she makes three worldleapers.

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"Thank you!" And to Issiak, do you have someone in an escape pod to jump for us or should we have someone jump with her, ask her to make air when they land?

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It seems less likely to reveal more than we mean to in the latter case.

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Agreed. "All right, want to jump dimensions with me? I'll need air where we land."

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"Sure," says the demon, "how do you do it?"

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The worldleaper detaches; an anchor and a jump component that has a simple activation switch. The current models require you to enter an activation code, but the very first prototypes didn't and that's what they have. 

 

Jump.

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Air is supplied.

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Second worldleaper to take them one more dimension out.

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Air is again supplied.

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"Thanks so much! Okay, you probably know better than I do how to conjure for habitable planets."

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"I've never actually done a search like that before... I'll figure something out."

A lot of fist-sized balls of rock later she's got one.

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"Thank you so much!. The latest lightleapers have pretty cool targeting, if you can just make me one in the 22 series I can go find the planet myself."

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"Sure thing." A model 22 appears around them.

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"That's all we needed; you happy to go home?"

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"You could maybe make it a little easier to find documentation on the leapy things?"

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"For sure. They're called worldleapers, Fëanáro Curufinwë invented them in Year of the Peace 7, the blueprints are all chiplocked but prototypes you should be able to grab."

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"Cool, thanks!"

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"My pleasure." He sends her home. He teleports to the new planet and verifies that the air is breathable and the gravity tolerable. He parks the lightleaper in space somewhere in the intervening dimension so people can teleport through it without a ship. He bounces back to Issiak. "Got one, two-off from here, taking the ship there now, someone should check whether it's not by sheer bad luck neighbors to a discovered dimension. How long does Yeerk reproduction take?"

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"New Yeerks are full size in under a year and can take hosts in half that time if there's a reason, though they won't have as consistent a hold on the host. Why?"

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"We need demons, we can't infest them, people who are conceived adjacent to the daeva worlds will be daeva when they die."

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"Conceived is not really the - but all right, we can get together a cluster in a world adjacent to the daeva worlds."

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"It might not work, it seems worth trying. This ship's now in orbit over our new habitable planet. You want to go get spellbinders next. Not the Bell, they'll never stop chasing you if you take the Bell and she's indestructible anyway, but at least fifty others, you need thirty-six for indestructibility and I don't know if all of them can learn the charts. I am going to go move my kingdom somewhere out of their way while you do that."

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"Could cluster a batch on the spellbinder planet as well," Issiak says.

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"You should but you may run into timing problems there, I doubt it'll take more than a few hours for your hosts to be noticed missing and once they are they'll definitely conjure for Yeerks in known dimensions who aren't in your native universe. ...is it too late for you to impersonate your host, or is he spending too much time around people with flat Elf osanwë -"

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"He's a fork and doesn't have much in the way of established behavior patterns that aren't just his original's," says Issiak, "but it would be a substantial risk. It's probably worth trying for a batch of spellbinder Yeerks; clustering doesn't take long. I'll take the daeva batch -" He gestures at Yomenië, who collects a separate set of would-be parents.

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"All right. Now, as it stands, if they fork your hosts to try to use them to follow us to the new dimension I don't think they'll get anything, you didn't see the dimension we passed through. You should probably always use me or the Hork-Bajir hosts as your ride through that intermediate dimension, unless you've got a way of making sure the hosts can't see anything that'd let them identify the dimension for targeting."

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"If you send us and not the hosts the mental images of the destinations literal blindfolds will suffice. We know what they know; it doesn't work the other way."

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He sends a mental image of the lightleaper he parked in the intervening dimension to the Yeerks and not their hosts. "All right. I will meet you back here once I've moved my kingdom. I'll be identifying people who will make suitable hosts, do you have Yeerks who can be agreeable enough towards their hosts that an Elf I order to cooperate is likely to not die?"

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"Agreeable here meaning?" (Yomenië and her tank skip off.)

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"Willing to at least pretend to adopt a posture of 'I am impressed with you and it speaks well of you that your King chose you for this, we are allies working together', willing to let them sing occasionally. I think that'd be enough to keep someone alive indefinitely but it's probably the minimum."

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"Many of them should be able to adapt to that arrangement."

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"Great. I can also less complicatedly get you humans. Good skill." And off to Shadow.

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When they reconvene they have a bunch of baby Yeerks in the shipboard tank, some future daeva and some future spellbinders.

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And Shadow has been hopped minus its Valar - Edda - Space - Hell - Revelation - Buffer - to their new dimension. It survived the jump wholly intact and without its sun and moon at all inconvenienced, what with them being flying fruit. 

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How convenient.

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"Has anyone checked that we're not accidentally adjacent to any of the peal's known worlds?"

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"Yes; we're clear."

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"Great. Do you all want to come live in Shadow, which I'm renaming Independence, for the time being? Once you have daeva you can make planets more suited to your needs, but for now -"

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"That would be much more convenient for the time being, yes."

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Pop. "These are my people. I would be delighted to provide hosts in the spirit of this alliance, but if you take them without my leave that would damage the trust between us. Unrelatedly, your host's crying and shrieking is likely to be vaguely upsetting to everyone within ten miles."

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"Even if you have difficulties producing hosts in a short time we'll have demon Yeerks who can leave us completely self-sustaining," says Issiak. "Is there a particular reason for me to be within ten miles of anyone?"

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"None come to mind."

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"I will want him replaced before he dies, does that seem feasible?"

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"Yes, certainly, unless you think you have less than a day left."

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"I think I have several."

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"Do you have preferences for Elf or human?"

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"Humans are lower-maintenance but if you have a particularly tractable Elf available the osanwë benefit may outweigh that."

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"I expect to eventually have sufficiently tractable Elves available but am uncertain if I'll have them in a few days. I'll send you the best option available in forty-eight hours."

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"Thank you. My lieutenant could also use a replacement in a similar time frame but is more likely to be convincing with the being impressed and tolerant of the occasional singing and such."

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Nod. "If I find you an Elf who'll do it for a decade, are either of you likely to get attached and disinclined to move on in a decade?"

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"We're neither of us the type; some of the lower ranks might be susceptible."

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Nod. 

 

 

And he considers for a while and calls someone into his office and tells them that he's been hiding from his people for a long time the activities of the interdimensional collective which has been wavering on whether to oust and execute him, and that Independence is now safely out from under them by coalition with another people subjected to the same treatment, a people who innately have no senses and cannot see or sing or experience the beauty of the world without taking a host. And it is in the interests of this kingdom to help the Yeerks in this brief time before they are independent through the use of daeva, and to help them especially by lending eyes and hands and expertise, and is he willing to give the budding alliance a decade's service as a Yeerk's companion? 

 

It does not take forty-eight hours to find two convinced Elves. He teleports them over to Issiak.

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And Ehtelion and Yomenië can be carefully exited and stunned while it's assessed if the new hosts are sufficient to allow the Space Elves to be put out of their misery.

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Issiak's new host is nervous, but he served on the front lines of the war against Melkor, facing a fate infinitely worse than death, for King and country, and he keeps reminding himself of this, and he is certainly regarding himself as a volunteer for an onerous duty and not as a prisoner. He promised the King a decade's service and he can do that, assuming they go pretty places and sing occasionally.

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Yes, yes, osanwë will save enough time to be worth it. (Issiak does not put it in these terms to his host.)

The Yeerks get to work building a Kandrona generator; they don't have an infinite supply of the vegetative substitute and it would be nice not to cut it too close waiting on the demons.

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Independence throws a festival. Elves are actually more willing than humans to be hosts, both because they're more obedient to their King and because they can keep talking to their friends and working on their projects. Someone determines that you can even enchant metal while a host and at that point there's a great deal of demand for Yeerks, assuming said Yeerks are willing to keep to-be-enchanted rings on their fingers, so the inventors can focus on their enchanting and not worry about sustenance and maintenance of their house and home. Elves are mostly interested in decade-long contracts; the interested humans are mostly not willing to commit that much time. 

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It does not inconvenience Yeerks at all to have rings on their hosts being enchanted and do the host maintenance they'd have to do anyway.

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Midnight writes the peal. Letter to Cam: there's a recording of me swearing to the truth of the contents of this letter. We have no designs on you and yours. We would simply like to live independently of you. If you escalate our peaceful departure from your realm into a war, that war would harm many innocents; if you do not do that, we have no intention of disrupting your governance of people who want to live under you. 

And he finds a audio recorder in the lightleaper and swears to the contents of the letter. 

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There's no response, but then, there wouldn't be.

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There is a lack of an invading army, but that might mean the peal is trying as hard as they can and just hasn't found them yet. Once the daeva Yeerks are grown they'll be able to check. 

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That's a ways off. (They could kill off the daeva Yeerks now, but Issiak prefers to have some opportunity to evaluate their personalities before granting them magic powers and indestructibility.)

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What a reasonable preference. Issiak has osanwë and can get a great deal of insight into their personalities.

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It's very handy, osanwë.

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Independence would love some Yeerk help getting modern technology.

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Yeerks can totally do that, although z-space transit won't work here.

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That's okay, they're happy just to be getting computers and non-magic heavier-than-air flight.

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Those are all totally doable. It'll be easier when the demon Yeerks are grown and dead and summoned.

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To Elves that seems a short time away.

 

They move the lightleaper out of the buffer dimension in case Joy can target for a lightleaper. They can teleport with it when it's necessary to interact with the multiverse, which it isn't, desperately curious though Midnight is.

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Two strangers appear in an empty field near a Yeerk pool. Humans, tall ones, a man and a woman, holding hands, both wearing obviously-magical glowing pendants. He's got a coily green thing like a very abstract snake, that tells onlookers about his warm heart and cynical, fatalistic sense of humour; she's got a ripply orange-pink rectangle that tells onlookers about her insatiable curiosity.

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People are not supposed to suddenly appear near Yeerk pools, especially not with strange magical powers. They are promptly stunned. It's mildly surprising when that works. In go some Yeerks.

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When the strangers wake up, they are confused and alarmed!

Their names are Sehana Irtezi Daeredh and Oravith-kelinre Aliharno Tyela. They are from a world called Nuime, which has never heard of the peal, although it's heard of an Arda. They are dimensional scouts. Sehana Daeredh - 'sehana' means refuge or sanctuary - was supposed to keep his wife safe from assorted strange hazards while she hopped them from world to world looking for interesting new places. He has no idea how the stun got past his defenses. He's pretty sure the world is doomed. Tyela, meanwhile, is too panicked to even think about that.

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Well, that's interesting.

The Yeerks report to their superiors. They poke the souls to make sure that this won't be a telltale problem-of-some-kind, poking them through the host to whom they belong. They make sure they can use all the soul powers.

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Sehana Daeredh's soul has a major passive shielding effect that protects him and anyone he touches against all sorts of things, not including the stun effect the Yeerks got him with but including most kinds of bodily harm and mind-affecting magic. He, or a Yeerk working through him, can extend the effect into a green-glowing aura with a radius of about six feet, but it takes serious concentration. His active soul powers are minor telekinesis and the ability to make sounds louder or quieter within about ten feet of him; both are Yeerk-accessible.

Tyela's soul has a teleportation power which only recently extended to work between dimensions. Her Yeerk can operate it as well as she can. Her soul also gives her a perfect memory and enhanced vision, which her Yeerk can access just as well as she does, although the Yeerk does not get a perfect memory of its own just from inhabiting her. She doesn't see quite as well as an Elf, but it's close.

Daeredh keeps himself entertained by imagining all the possible ways this unexpected development could lead to the world being doomed. It's not hard to think of a few. If the Yeerks took Emperor Esarkan, they'd have Nuime, and the Emperor's security arrangements take into account the fact that he considers assassination a form of peaceful protest. (Emperor Esarkan is very immortal.)

Tyela's chosen coping mechanism, once she gets past her initial panic, is to remember all the facts about rocks that she knows. She knows so, so many facts about rocks.

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Well, this is promising. If the peal is chasing them then having magic powers the peal doesn't know to expect is pretty important.

The Yeerks send the King a courtesy notification and Issiak puts together a small strike force with which to collect Emperor Esarkan. The fact that the souls world knows of a Flat Arda complicates matters - osanwë does Yeerk detection - but should be possible to work around.

Some peaceful protestors with stunners and little sloshy containers make their way to Emperor Esarkan.

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Emperor Esarkan does have security.

Emperor Esarkan's security is not prepared for stunners.

He is mildly surprised when the peaceful protestors break into his office. He is just as susceptible to stunning as everyone else they've encountered so far.

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When he opens his eyes, he isn't the one opening them, or the one sitting up, and he definitely isn't the one making eye contact with the Elves lurking in his office. Presumably there's some conversation going on there but he is not party to it.

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If he could operate his body, it would be laughing.

I suggest you surrender immediately, he thinks in the direction of whoever is trying to conquer his empire.

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Oh? says someone.

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If you start doing this sort of thing to my subjects, I'm going to be increasingly annoyed with you. I can afford to be forgiving, but my mercy is not infinite. I have no idea of your numbers or your capabilities besides what you have demonstrated to me, but I will be very, very surprised if anything you've got can hold up against Dawn-shining Taliar.

He can guess that they've got the scouts - he should've sent Nezhefena; Nezhefena would've been safe - and he's pretty sure they got this notion from Sehana Daeredh's tendency to catastrophize. Well, as a counterbalance, he can point out to them that Elaneth-imire Kazaryne Taliar swats gods like flies. If these people want to try capturing Taliar, they are welcome to do so. Esarkan expects to be highly entertained by Taliar's account of their defeat.

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If his occupant is nervous, it doesn't display that to Esarkan in any way.

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That's all right. Esarkan is very patient. He can wait for them to surrender or be destroyed, whichever comes first.

His soul's powers are almost universally passive; the immortality takes up most of it, and the rest is a sort of general sense of how his empire is doing, with an attentional boost that lets him keep track of it all. When his occupant doesn't respond further immediately, he turns his attention to contemplating the input from that sense. He is completely unworried.

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The Yeerks want soulbearers. Soulbearers will make everything else easier.

Esarkan has pretty good wherewithal to collect them and the Yeerks can whisk them away to be stunned and infested.

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This works for the first fourteen soulbearers they try.

 

And then the fifteenth one wakes up just like the rest, and screams internally much like the rest, and is promptly engulfed in white-hot flames, which is new and different. The Yeerk pool where this operation is being conducted is vaporized in the blast. Outlying buildings are scattered across the countryside in molten flaming pieces. For twenty miles in every direction, the heat cooks birds in the sky and fuses soil into glass.

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The Kandrona generator range is not actually that big. That's all the pools and all the Yeerks in them at the moment boiled away. There's still the ship tank with the vegetation supply, and anyone who was in a host and farther away than that; that's all. They scramble to figure out what happened; they send someone to summon the baby daeva-Yeerk casualties; they send the King word -

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He hops over to somewhere within Elf-sight of her but well outside the apparent radius. He's also outside osanwë-range, inconveniently. He watches her anxiously. There's that other habitable planet to teleport her to if she looks likely to blow up his kingdom.

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There is presumably a soulbearer somewhere inside that enormous white fireball. It shrinks slowly; molten glass begins to cool at the edges, pingpingping.

 

And then, abruptly and without warning, a lightning-fast lance of flame darts out toward the King, obliterating everything in its path. It's a mere sixty feet in diameter, so there will at least be less collateral damage on this one.

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They don't have Yeerk spellbinders to make people indestructible yet; this is fatal.

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If there is anyone left with teleportation capabilities, they might want to do something about the giant fireball rolling across the landscape at a human's walking pace—

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—oh, never mind, looks like someone already did.

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"...Nezhefena?" asks the fireball.

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"Please cool off so I can reunite you with your husband," says Nezhefena. "If you melt this island I don't have another one lined up."

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The flames dissipate. Aeleva stands at the center of a crater. Nezhefena is next to her, untouched by the heat. "...I suppose I can trust you," she says. "Your soul wouldn't let - whatever that was - happen to you, would it."

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"Corino sent me to figure out where all the disappearing soulbearers were going. Can you shed any light on that?"

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"I didn't know soulbearers were disappearing until they disappeared me. They must've got Esarkan. They do something to make you fall unconscious, and then - I woke up and something was controlling my body - and that fucking—"

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Her son chooses that moment to contact her.

Hey, is now a good time for a visit?

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Your husband has been kidnapping soulbearers, she says, and sends him the memories - waking up a prisoner in her own body, blasting everything in range, inhabiting the fire of her soul and finally seeing him show up to watch. If you want to resurrect him and ask why, I won't stop you.

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...I, um, I feel fairly certain he hasn't, says Taliar, blinking up at the entirely non-incinerated Maitimo in whose lap he is presently sitting.

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...but someone has, presumably. We should go -

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Yeah. He tells his mother, Something's very screwy here - I don't need to resurrect my husband, he's right here. Send Nezhefena, we need to be closer to this.

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...congratulations, says Aeleva.

And aloud, "Please bring me to my husband and then bring us our son."

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"Of course."

Shadows enfold them - Aeleva is with Corino, standing on an ice sheet in the middle of the open ocean - she doesn't even unwrap herself from the shadows, just vanishes right back into them to emerge in Arda in front of Taliar and Maitimo.

"I'm to bring you to your parents," she says to Taliar. "Emergency."

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"I've heard. Both of us, please."

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Shadows. Ice.

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"Esarkan's been suborned somehow and he spent all morning summoning soulbearers into the imperial palace to be kidnapped," says Corino.

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"They can control your body like it's someone else's," says Aeleva. "If there are any left after they tried to do it to me."

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...Taliar reaches out his senses across the planet. He demands detail. What is wrong with Esarkan?

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Well you see he's got this slug in his brain.

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Now he doesn't.

Now no one in Nuime does.

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He lets out a little delighted laugh and then says - "and the world they came from, or do we need to talk to Esarkan first -"

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"Esarkan first, I think. Nezhefena, it should be safe to take us to the palace now. I eliminated the problem from this world at least."

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Shadows.

Now they are all standing in Esarkan's office. Lucky for them that it's a pretty spacious one.

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"I told them they should have surrendered," says Esarkan, smiling faintly. "Good to see you, troublemaker."

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"Do you have anything to add to my picture of the situation, which is 'mysterious brain slugs were using you to kidnap soulbearers to another world to be given brain slugs of their very own'?"

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He shakes his head.

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"My love, do you want to come with me and Nezhefena to the world with the other you who was mysteriously in league with the brain slugs?"

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"Or, more plausibly, brain-slugged himself" he says, "but yes, let's."

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Taliar realizes that he was assuming the other Maitimo couldn't possibly have been brain-slugged because it seemed too awful to think about. He takes a moment to straighten himself out on that, then nods to Nezhefena.

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Here they are, near Aeleva's crater while still being far enough away that the heat is merely uncomfortable.

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Taliar supposes that if he were being maximally merciful he would make some attempt to communicate with the brain slugs before he kills them all -

- but he means to have general resurrection someday and their tactics do not advertise an ability to negotiate in good faith.

He reaches out his senses. He burns slugs.

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That gets all of them except the daeva baby slugs, who are resistant to burning.

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Well, none of those are in anyone's brain, so they can wait.

"Time to resurrect the other you?" he asks, looking up at Maitimo.

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"Yes, let's."

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He looks for the local Maitimo with his spirit-sense, and—

—those are mind-altering oaths that's even worse than a brain slug my love, what do I do

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Make them go away -

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They go away.

He contacts the spirit.

Hi. I'm Dawn-shining Taliar. If you want me to resurrect you, come this way— and a path to follow.

(He is having serious trouble with the notion of a Maitimo under mind-altering oaths - his thoughts keep flinching away from it, it hurts to think about - he needs to get his head together, this is an emergency, but oh that poor Maitimo, no Taliar of his very own and brain-slugs all over his kingdom and mind-altering oaths...)

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That Maitimo accepts resurrection.

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A moment later when that Maitimo regains his senses, he is lying in an improbable patch of fresh soft grass amid the charred flaming wreckage that is the rest of this area. The whole area is bathed in a gentle golden light emanating from Taliar's soul, and the light carries the soul's sense-of-personality - his drive to bring freedom and happiness and fulfillment and exaltation to everyone, his cheerful love of accomplishing the impossible, his integrity and insight and compassion and cleverness, his inexhaustible will.

And there must be a Silmaril around here somewhere, or - no, that's the soul hanging around this other Maitimo's neck, the Maitimo against whom Taliar is fretfully huddled; and the sense-of-personality in his soul is faint and slow and subtle, a whisper under Taliar's shout, but still enough to distinguish him as one of Midnight's type.

Also they're married. They are very much married. It somehow shows in Taliar's entirely human eyes, and there's a hint of it in the light of his soul too, if that wasn't enough.

He's letting the new Maitimo see all his thoughts - it would just feel wrong to do otherwise - and mostly right now his thoughts are concern for the new Maitimo's well-being. He knows one shouldn't rush newly reembodied Elves, but he so desperately wants this impossible duplicate of his husband to be okay, how can he help him be okay...

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You can explain what happened, you can get me another necklace -

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He organizes his memories of relevant information: brain slugs captured his Emperor and kidnapped his mother, his mother exploded at them, his mother thought this Maitimo was the one she knows and in her rage concluded that he was in league with the brain slugs and killed him - she's still a little iffy on their relationship because of all the rape and torture, even though Taliar himself is fine with it - and then she got in contact with Taliar and he killed all the brain slugs in Nuime and came here and killed all the brain slugs in this Arda except for the inexplicably indestructible ones and then he erased this Maitimo's oaths and resurrected him. Sorry if he wanted to keep any of those, but some of them were mind-altering and Taliar kind of freaked out. He can re-swear any that he wants back.

...and what do you mean by another necklace?

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I had an eidetic memory necklace that gave me an interdimensional teleport, I would like to have it back. The genocide in your dimension sounds like it was unavoidable but most of the Yeerks in my dimension were children and all of them were partnered with consenting hosts.

 

Everything else he is still processing and is not going to comment on.

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I somewhat regret being so hasty about it, but given the information I had at the time, leaving any of them alive wasn't worth the risk.

(They can go on the internal list alongside all the baby orcs from when he cleaned out Angband, and someday when he has general resurrection and has built enough paradises to hold everyone he'll bring them all back...)

I can get you another necklace if you know where to find one that isn't in use, or if you can get me the instruction set I can make you one pretty trivially.

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The risk being what, exactly? It does not sound like they can affect you. I'll have my people bring me a necklace.

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Taliar isn't actually categorically immune to things. He'd be moderately inconvenienced if someone dropped another mountainside on him. But in any case the risk is more about the things he doesn't know: he doesn't know in detail how interdimensional transportation works between any set of worlds that isn't Nuime and his husband's Arda, he doesn't know any of the capabilities of the brain slugs except for taking over people's brains and those strange weapons they knocked people out with.

If they had access to an interdimensional teleport capable of taking passengers, and were willing to sacrifice someone to it or had a way to survive the trip, and were very quick-thinking, they could've put Taliar way out in the airless void between the stars, in this world or some other one, and then they could've grabbed all the dead souls from that crater over there and a couple of soulbearers with resurrection powers and run off to yet another world where Nezhefena wouldn't be able to easily follow them unless they happened to steal a soulbearer she had met. If they had other powers he hasn't even thought of, they could have done other things he can't predict.

They came into his world unannounced and started kidnapping and enslaving his people using terrifying otherworldly powers, and Esarkan suggested that they surrender before Taliar found them, and instead they kidnapped and attempted to enslave Taliar's mother. This implies both that their interests were very fundamentally hostile to his, and that they thought they could take him.

He does regret killing all those people. But he stands by his risk assessment.

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Well. The threat to your world has been eliminated. Do you have additional business here?

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(he doesn't have a Taliar - given the circumstances of their meeting he probably doesn't want one but Taliar is nonetheless strongly tempted to ask his soul for some kind of self-duplication power - it's painful to know you could make someone so happy, if things were just a little different - )

I guess I don't, he says. Where's Nezhefena - ah, she's over in the crater, picking up the souls of the soulbearers Aeleva incinerated and taking them back home to be resurrected. We can go as soon as Shadow-cloaked Nezhefena finishes collecting the dead. If you're interested in further contact with Nuime, and I don't blame you if you aren't, you can visit Esarkan's palace or send a representative - will your interdimensional teleport take you there without trouble? He's visited the palace with Maitimo, he has crystal-clear memories of it, it looks like so. Esarkan won't hold a grudge even if he thinks you condoned or supported the invasion, which he probably will because he tends to assume the worst of people until proven otherwise.

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He glances at his alt.

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You want one. If he does happen to manifest the power for it.

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He murdered my people. If they hadn't been slugs, if you'd been invaded by a human civilization with scary powerful capabilities, would he have popped into their home dimension and turned them all to ash - because if so, I should put him in vacuum somewhere, that's how the Valar reacted when someone tried to invade Valinor -

(he sends this to Taliar, too, because why not -)

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Maybe he should ask his soul for general resurrection first, then.

He doesn't know what he would've done if it had been humans. The nature of the brain slugs was relevant on multiple levels - they're really easy to tell apart from things that are not brain slugs; the population was small; he couldn't actually tell that their children were children, or he would've left those ones alone; given their displayed tactics, once Taliar got over his instinctive aversion to thinking about a Maitimo being enslaved by a brain slug, it seemed rather more plausible that they had invaded this Arda the same way they invaded Nuime than that they were here by the King's leave...

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Don't put him anywhere.

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I didn't say I was going to, I said I don't want one. The additional safety against interdimensional invasion doesn't seem worth the risk that any attempted interdimensional invaders will be instantly extinguished as a species. Unless their infants are conveniently distinguishable to human senses. I have a lot of work to do; we were in the middle of a lot of important work and most of it's now lost but some might be salvageable. Does his world have computers?

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I haven't heard of them.

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They were teaching us. Please just go away.

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Nezhefena's almost done. Do you want me to come back when I have general resurrection?

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There's another habitable planet in this dimension, I was going to take whoever had caused the giant horrible fireball there so she didn't hurt my people but then she murdered me - you can put them there - although they'll starve without a generator and no one alive knows how to make one -

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Taliar remembers his mother's perspective on the event. Terrified and bewildered and utterly lost to rage, and there he was looking like a confirmation of all her worst fears... if he wants an apology from her, he won't have trouble getting one, once she's had some time to calm down.

If they'll starve without something that no one alive knows how to make, it sounds like mere general resurrection won't adequately solve the problem of them being dead and I'm going to need something more complicated. Should I go away and assume that if you want to talk about it you can send someone to Esarkan's palace and ask for me?

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You can assume that. 

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All right.

I'm sorry.

He is going to cry on his husband for a good long while at the next available opportunity - no amount of practical necessity is ever going to make killing children feel okay, and it's worse somehow that he didn't even know - at least with the baby orcs he knew he was doing it, and knew for sure that he could bring them back one day... well. Someday he will have general resurrection, and someday he will have a solution to the other practical issues, and that won't make it okay but it'll be a good start. (Are the ones he couldn't burn going to starve to death, that's horrible - well, if this Maitimo wants his help with it he knows how to ask - and he's not going to want his help with it because Taliar is just a Vala to him, and that hurts too, he's failed so badly at such a fundamental part of who he is - he could've made this Maitimo so happy...)

He catches Nezhefena's eye and nods to her.

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Shadows.

Esarkan's office.

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"Well? How did it go?"

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...he clings to his husband and bursts into tears.

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"That well, eh?"

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He hugs him. "He killed them all instantly. Turns out that the alternate universe version of me's planet had an agreement where consenting people'd host the slug things and in exchange the slug things, which were from a much more technologically advanced civilization, would teach them their technology. It is unclear if my alt knew that on your planet they were kidnapping unconsenting people, I don't think he had any influence over what they did but he didn't consider himself out from under a threat either. And he can't stand Taliar, which I should have predicted - love, I'm sorry -"

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he could have made him so happy and he fucked it up—

and he still doesn't know which ones were children

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Hug. "We don't even have two of you and if we did I bet it'd work out all right, he can't have the objection that you're too virtuous for his tastes."

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They could have two of him in three days if Taliar thought the second one would be - accepted in good faith, would have the same chance with the new Maitimo that Taliar did with his husband.

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"Two of you?" inquires Esarkan.

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Sniffle.

"Is that 'one is more than enough' or 'why can't we have five', I can't tell from here..."

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"I'm not entirely sure myself."

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Hug. "I can - try to guess - it might depend if the fork would be as powerful as you -"

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"Does my emperor need me for anything else or can I go cuddle my husband somewhere—"

(and he's not actually sure how powerful the copy would be - might depend how he went about it - if they'd met a new Maitimo under more congenial circumstances and he'd looked at Taliar and decided he definitely wanted one, Taliar thinks his preferred approach would've been to sit down with him and explain everything about himself and his relationship with his husband, and then create a copy of himself from exactly the moment before he arrived in Arda, and tell the copy 'hello, I'm you from a year in the future and I'm matchmaking you with this inexplicable duplicate of my husband, I swear on my soul it'll all work out'... that copy would have the same power level Taliar had when he arrived in Arda, he's sure.)

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"No, go on. The crisis is over," says Esarkan, waving a hand. "Congratulations on your marriage."

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"Thank you."

 

Awwww. I am - deeply flattered and delighted that you'd want to do that for an alt of me. I don't think that approach will work. I bet we can think of one that can, if you're very sure you want that.

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And now Taliar would very much like to be picked up and carried off to his family's rooms in the palace where he is very sure they will be left alone to snuggle as long as they like.

He's - you, as far as I can tell, he's exactly you but a less lucky you - I want you to be happy and I want other people who are you to also be happy and I have the means to make people-who-are-you very very happy in a way I'm not sure anyone or anything else can. Of course I want to do that. But - I'm not just going to drop a copy of myself in his lap and walk away with no explanation - it'd be a disaster, they have no Melkor to fight, and without that I need him to be actively in favour of the project, the other me won't be able to look past the thing with Findekano if it's still going on - if it's not still going on and I swear on my soul that they're going to be happy together, the other me will stay with him even after finding out, but I can't think of many other ways around that, and I can't swear on my soul that they're going to be happy together unless I genuinely believe it's a sure thing. Which I would if I hadn't completely fucked everything up with the other you before ever meeting him.

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Even if the other you's in love with him, he'd leave if he found out -

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It's not absolutely certain that he would, but it's pretty likely. And - some of the things that got us to where we are -

Soul-touching, bad days, rape and torture - those are not things Taliar would've agreed to if he'd arrived in a peaceful kingdom with his happily married future self offhandedly suggesting he date the king. If he swears on his soul that it'll work out, that's enough of an assurance for the other Taliar to decide to - put all of himself into the attempt. And Taliar is pretty sure that Taliars who are going to successfully date Maitimos need to do that. Theirs is not the kind of success that can be duplicated in half-measures; it's all or nothing.

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The other option, though it's not very ethical, is to not give him the means to leave, would he put his whole self into making it work out that way?

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...he might, but I could also see him, for example, killing himself out of spite... I'm pretty sure it's not feasible to prevent him from doing that, all he'd need to do is want it the right way, wait three days, and then ever be conscious and in his right mind again.

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I suspect that if we tell my alt that could happen my alt'd be more careful than that - I was, with Findekáno - but I understand why you don't want to rely on my alt's ability to manage him into trying when my alt doesn't like you and might honestly just hurt him for fun -

 

 

- actually, that's exactly what he'd do, my alt'd resent being manipulated and decide to prove that he wouldn't like his you and he could get his you to hate him, just to hurt the real you -

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...depends how hard he tries, I guess... if I was sending a copy of me into that I'd give him all my memories of you and explain the situation and let him decide whether he wanted to risk it, and if he went in, he would end up either killing himself or succeeding, I think.

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I do not consider that an acceptable risk. I want yous to be happy, I don't want to torture a you even if it does help the me -

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Snuggle. Aw. I love you. If he didn't kill himself, I'm pretty sure he'd come out of it with no regrets, same as me - but yeah, it would be... different. So. I think we need some degree of cooperation from your alt or we're not getting anywhere.

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He doesn't have a Findekáno and he misses him desperately, that much was obvious.

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...I did not pick up on that. Well. That complicates some things and simplifies others... I wonder what happened to his Findekáno. Dead...? Farther away than that?

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Dead he'd have been more excited you can do reembodiments.

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Yeah, figures.

They have arrived in his family's rooms and now he can curl up in his husband's lap. He does that.

Well. How do we get your alt to accept the gift of a me? I could give him all my memories of you, in the hope that he will come to understand the appeal... of course it'll also give him an in-depth guide to refer to if he wants to try to break his Taliar out of spite...

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I - think what I'd do is say to him - you'll like him, how vulnerable do you need him to be in order to give yourself a chance to like him - and I'm pretty sure I'd know if he meant to break his out of spite.

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And his Taliar can be made pretty arbitrarily vulnerable. I could make a copy from the night my soul fell apart, if I had to. I'd have some trouble convincing him to go hand his soul to your alt, but I bet I can come up with an angle.

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That I'm pretty certain would work. If you could convince him. 

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I have all these lovely memories of our relationship to convince him with, he says.

Show him the explanation of why Maitimo is not Nahira, show him both bad days, show him trust songs, show him soul contact from its best moments to its worst - if it works, if he's convinced enough to try it at all, he'll go in with his soul already willing to pretend it is being touched by strangers for Maitimo-alt's benefit. And he will go in competitive, wanting to prove that he can handle anything the first Taliar could.

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Well. Then, we could do it. Should we?

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...I want to. I'm... I guess I'm afraid that it won't work out. I should have more faith in myself. But I - don't feel very successful or brilliant or good at accomplishing the impossible right now.

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...hug. You saved the world from invading aliens.

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And then followed them home and murdered their children.

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They did have an interdimensional teleport, your strategic assessment was entirely sound - they could have taken you and put you in a sun somewhere where you'd die and come back over and over -

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He shudders. There's a part of him that feels like that would be preferable to having committed near-genocide. But then Nuime would've been vulnerable without him - Nezhefena could've pulled him out of a sun but they might've been able to use some sort of interdimensional trickery to make him harder to find, delay her until they could get away with a bunch of soulbearers to enslave... he was right. It's just that being right doesn't make it okay. If he was really the person he aspires to be, he would've figured out some clever way to guarantee everyone's safety long enough to negotiate a truce.

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I love you and I love the ridiculous standards you hold yourself to and we'll figure out how to really truly win but for that we need my alt in a more cooperative mood and so we need to seduce him.

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I love you too, says Taliar. He hugs his brilliant beautiful husband and manages a smile. So much. Forever. All right, let's plan out exactly how we are going to send my alt to seduce yours. Are you going to wait until he shows up to talk about something and then bring it up - is he going to show up to talk about something...

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I bet he'll send someone.

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Be a little awkward to send an 'are you sure you don't want a present' through a diplomatic representative...

...and on a mostly unrelated note, it occurs to him that in the time between creating his alt and sending his alt to go seduce Maitimo's, there will be two Taliars around here... he's pretty sure that being borrowed before he's sent away will if anything help convince the second Taliar to go, if Maitimo would like to indulge himself and if he thinks his alt won't mind...

...also he should come up with a distinguishing name for the second Taliar. A different soulname, maybe, it's the most obvious thing. But his runner-up was Raika-linsi and the connotations seem really unhelpful, not to mention painfully ironic if the copy is going to be created as of the moment when Taliar's soul was the dimmest it's ever been...

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Maybe I should ask Nezhefena for a ride over there so I can make the offer and become more confident he won't just torture his present.

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You could do that. Would he object?

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I don't think so. He's lonely and nervous, once he calms down he'll regret not being more civil -

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Well, luckily for him, I don't mind him being rude to me about me coming to his world and murdering his friends.

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Yes, but most people'd mind and so it wasn't very strategic of him.

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He had all my thoughts the whole time. Plenty of opportunity to notice how I felt about it.

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Hug. I think I'll do that, but I think I'll give him a few weeks first. I think he was sincere about having a lot to do.

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Snuggle.

Yeah, okay. Makes sense. And it gives me plenty of time to turn up a self-duplication power, I guess.

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And if you can't convince your self to try it, then better I don't offer.

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Taliar smiles slightly. Oh, I can convince him. Though I might want you to help.

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I will enjoy that tremendously.

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I love you so much.

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I know. I'm so enormously lucky.

 

 

 

And they wait a few weeks. After two of them, an Elf shows up and asks for a meeting with Esarkan on behalf of the dimension of Independence.

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Esarkan is happy to meet with this Elf.

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The Elf introduces herself and says that the multiverse is big, hundreds of discovered planets, and most of it ruled by this well-intentioned but very overbearing collection of extremely powerful meddlers, and the collection had decided to deny Independence technologies like space travel and computers (computers are like this) and Independence had decided to skip a couple dimensions over and out of their influence, and they took a few hundred infants with them who would have grown up to have some of the powers that would make it possible to interact safely with the multiverse but, um.

The Elf understands why Taliar decided to just wipe out the whole species but anyway now they have no access to spellbinders and all the useful things they can do and no access to anyone who can explain advanced technology and they're trying to figure out how to reconstruct and would like to let their neighbors know what's going on.

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"Well, your neighbours thank you for the courtesy," says Esarkan. "In your opinion, would it be worthwhile for me to send someone looking for these meddlers of yours and see if they'll be more generous to me than they were to you? I'll be happy to pass on the benefits if it works."

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"Looking for them is straightforward; we can take them to you if you'd like. The path from your world to their collective runs through us, though, and the King tentatively expects they'll execute him on sight at this point, so we'd want a week's warning to move our world again to somewhere they can't find it. Our assessment is that if you don't mention us they will be happy to meet you and probably willing to share computers and almost certainly unwilling to share for example the interdimensional teleport, though that we can share with you ourselves."

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"I'd like to do that, then. Take as long as you need to move your world, and let me know when you're settled."

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"Certainly. They have mind-readers not limited by osanwë's, ah, politeness, but there are no instances known to us of them using it without consent save against known enemies and in the middle of a war. If in a week you have some scouts ready to 'stumble upon' the collective we can arrange for that."

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"I'll have an appropriate scout ready to go. Should we keep quiet about the slug invasion too? Pretend none of it ever happened?"

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"Would you care to meet with the King and get the full context, and thereby decide what cover story best serves our interests?"

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"Yes, that sounds like a great idea."

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So shortly thereafter he teleports in. "Emperor Esarkan."

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"King Maitimo. Delighted to meet you," he says dryly. "Again. I haven't actually heard an explanation for why there are two of you."

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"Oh, it's much worse than that, there's ten of us. The multiverse has recurring patterns, and Arda is one such pattern. About one in every fifty worlds you land on if you go world-hopping is an Arda, and they have all the same people in them. I've never heard of a parallel for Nuimë or any other versions of you, but my access to information about the multiverse was extremely restricted."

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"Ten of you. Oh my," says Esarkan. "Well, what can you tell me?"

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Quite a lot. Here are the worlds in the multiverse; here is their magic, which they won't give out to prevent acquiring unwanted competitors for power, here is how they met, scared the evil god Maitimo had a ceasefire with into running off to a torture dimension, asked Maitimo to dismantle his kingdom so they could execute him without disrupting anything, backtracked on that after a couple years and said they'd only do that if they had a superior solution for running his country. And then an anxious decade while they tried to learn anything at all about the technology and magic their world was being denied.

"Then they encountered the world to which the Yeerks were native and decided to go to war with them. I know almost nothing of the war, and knew nothing at all of it until a Yeerk controlling an Elf with the teleport spell arrived, asked to see me, and asked if I would ally with him in escaping the peal. I agreed, teleported my world over here, helped them give birth to a few hundred spellbinder-potential Yeerks and a few hundred daeva-potential Yeerks, and resettled us in Independence. The Yeerks had agreements with consenting hosts in my kingdom. I was notified that scouts from your dimension had landed on top of them and that they were sending people after them, and then a giant fireball swallowed most of them and Taliar killed the rest, which I would say would teach them a valuable lesson but they are not around to learn it.

So the peal knows that I aided the Yeerks in departing their jurisdiction and might suspect, if they hear about the Yeerks, that I'm somewhere to be found, but I don't think that'd color their impression of you too badly if you did decide you preferred to share it."

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"I find that it's generally simplest to tell as few lies as possible," he says. "So, the brain slugs showed up and tried to conquer my world, and Dawn-shining Taliar dealt with them. This made me curious and cautious, which is why I'm sending Shadow-cloaked Nezhefena scouting to find out where they might have come from and whether there might be any more on the way. Does that sound to you like it'll hold up?"

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"They'll be excited to have someone with tracking abilities that work across adjacency and they may want her to demonstrate them to track down other people who've escaped their jurisdiction."

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"Nezhefena can only track people she has personally met," says Esarkan, smiling slightly. "As far as they know, you don't qualify."

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"How are you claiming she's tracking the Yeerks, then?"

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"She spoke with me while they had me. Briefly, but it doesn't take much."

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"Should work. I apologize if your experience was an unpleasant one, by the way."

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"Thank you," he says. "It was no more than mildly frustrating, but my subjects suffered much worse."

He sighs slightly.

"I really wish they'd surrendered when I suggested it. It would've turned out better for everyone involved."

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"I am mildly surprised they didn't. They hadn't independently been doing any conquering, they must have realized they had more to lose than to gain - I think they had a very unhealthy incentive structure back in their original universe, the commander-executes-you-for-failure sort, and perhaps they never shook themselves out of it."

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"It's unfortunate. I prefer when people don't need to die, generally."

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"Your, uh, subject Taliar seemed to think he could bring them back - he can't, because of the spellbinding, but he was under that impression."

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"What does the spellbinding have to do with it?"

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"Spellbinders when they're born have a sort of - phantom spirit animal, who only they can interact with, and who they can instantiate in the real world once they're older. No magic resurrection method known to me gets a dead familiar back or restores someone with their familiar."

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"I don't see what difference that's supposed to make to Dawn-shining Taliar," says Esarkan. "Accomplishing the impossible is his favourite pastime."

Well. Second favourite, these days, but never mind that.

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"...yes, I - noticed that. Is the story public, there?"

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"What story are you referring to?"

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"How he met his husband. How they have a marriage considered metaphysically impossible in my home world."

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"There are details of the first part that aren't common knowledge, because they would tend to alarm people. The second thing, I'm told, has to do with them both being soulbearers. The metaphysics of Elven marriage don't interest me especially, so I declined to ask for details."

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"Would tend to alarm people -"

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"I'm not the best source on this; you might do better to ask your alt, or Taliar, or Taliar's father, or apparently my granddaughter for some reason. But I can tell you what I know if you're curious."

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"I think I caused Taliar some injury when speaking to him and would hesitate to talk to him again without a little more context, but if you'd advise me to speak to one of those other people I can certainly do that."

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"You'd know better than I would whether you want to talk to your alt. I can promise you won't injure anyone by speaking to Corino, and I'm sure he'd be happy to talk to you."

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"Excellent. Where do I meet him - also, in the case interdimensional contact goes poorly, do you want or is there someone you would designate to have the teleport? It can pick up a whole planet or anything less than that, fairly good specificity, and it has a range of anywhere in this or adjacent dimensions."

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"If the supply is limited, I want Nezhefena to have it. If the supply is slightly less limited than that, Nezhefena and myself. If I get three, the third will be Taliar. Corino spends most of his time at the Elven settlement these days, but I expect he'd prefer to meet you here."

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"I have a total of three, the rest were destroyed in the blast. I'll get Nezhefena one; the process takes about three hours. When would it be convenient for me to meet Corino?"

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"I can have him here by tomorrow, if that's convenient for you."

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"That works fine. It's been a pleasure. Thank you."

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"Likewise," he says, smiling. "You're just as much of a joy to talk to as the other you."

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He smiles and pops home.

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Esarkan contacts Corino. Corino is at the palace the next day.

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He meets him. "Hello. I was discussing with your emperor how to share our resources, and it became apparent I'll be running into your son a fair bit, and last time we met I think I hurt him. I'd - like to have enough context to avoid doing that."

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"I'm happy to help," says Corino. "What happened between you?"

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"The Yeerks in my world had an agreement with me that they'd take only consenting hosts, for fixed durations of time, and they'd teach us the technology of their lost homeworld. That works better in our world than yours because everyone has osanwë and a non-consenting host could easily make themself known. There were also a lot of Yeerk children. The, ah, explosion killed many of them, and Taliar on arriving killed all the rest. He then resurrected me, and was - concerned for me - and I told him that however strategically defensible the genocide I had friends to grieve and hoped he'd go away."

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"He was upset," says Corino. "But he doesn't blame you, if you were worried about that. What kind of context are you looking for?"

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"I don't think I know what I'm looking for. My approval was important to him; why? Why was he upset?"

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"I don't think it's your approval he was looking for, exactly," says Corino. "You're more or less the same person as his husband. He wants you to be happy. He regrets bringing you grief. Separately, he also regrets killing the Yeerks and especially their children. He grieves any time he finds himself in a situation where not everyone can come out alive and happy and safe; he grieves more when he has to harm someone to protect someone else. And then he does his best to make sure that next time he'll do better and no one will need to get hurt at all."

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"And how did the two of them end up married?"

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"They met when Taliar was inexplicably transported from Nuime to my son-in-law's Arda. They were having a problem with an evil god. Taliar offered to help. Then he fell in love. I'm missing some of the details, but they had been together for some time when Taliar found out that Maitimo's other boyfriend was being kept against his will. He didn't take it well. And... Do you know what happens when someone touches a soulbearer's soul?"

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"No."

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"It's considered the worst imaginable form of torture. People who have had it happen to them usually can't even describe the experience afterward, but they all tend to agree that they'd rather die than experience it again. While it's happening it's completely incapacitating; the soulbearer can't move or think or use their magic at all."

He smiles slightly.

"I don't know exactly what the shape of the dilemma was, although I could guess. I do know that Taliar's solution was to take off his soul-necklace and throw it at him."

His guesses are hard to put into words, so he sends them as thoughts. He's got it about right; he knows his son very well.

"After that, well, Taliar hasn't told me how they got to where they were when I first saw them together—" he sends the memory "—but I know that it involved a lot of that same willingness to make himself overwhelmingly vulnerable, and I know that Taliar doesn't regret any of it in the slightest. He's made that very clear."

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"And so he was hoping I was - what, on the market -"

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"Hmm?"

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"He was thinking about how he could make me happy if I wanted one which I wouldn't - he was upset -"

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"Ah. My son and his husband are... very, very good for each other. I don't think it would be a stretch to say they are each the best thing in the other's life. And I expect that when Taliar saw you, he wanted to give you a chance at that same happiness, and he regretted making such an awful first impression because it meant that you'd have every reason to reject the gift."

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"All right. Thank you. I'm - glad that they're happy."

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"So am I," he says. "And I'm glad I could help you understand my son a little better. It's funny how you can have someone's whole mind to look at and still not be able to get a clear picture, isn't it?"

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"I'm also not used to people letting me read their minds. Is that conventional here?"

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"No, it's just Taliar being Taliar."

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"I see. Thank you. That's all I wanted to ask about."

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He nods. "You're welcome. Anytime."

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"What did your son end up doing about Maitimo's boyfriend?"

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"After the war, Maitimo had Taliar erase Findekano's oaths, resurrect his family and a hundred or so of their friends and associates, and send them all to live in Nuime. They're settling in nicely; I'm working as their liaison because I'm two thousand years old and therefore just about patient enough to avoid rushing them."

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"I see."

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"It's enjoyable work."

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Nod. "Thank you."

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"You're welcome."

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"Anything I can help you with while I'm here?"

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"Not that I can think of, but thank you for offering."

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"You are very welcome." Pop.

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He relates this conversation to his son near-verbatim.

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...huh.

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Hmm?

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I honestly can't tell what he thinks of me at this point.

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He doesn't like you but you can do resurrection and he doesn't otherwise have a way to do that and he's mildly curious about the soul-touching thing.

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...it's weird that there's a you who doesn't like me. I mean. I get why. But it's weird.

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I know. I'm sorry. I bet we can figure out how to fix it.

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I'm not even really upset about it for its own sake, Da called that one right - what upsets me is that I could make him so happy, and - he doesn't want me to - and I don't want to disregard that just because I think I know better, but, well, we definitely know better...

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I don't know that he's unhappy. He seems - tired, more than unhappy.

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I could make him happier.

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Yes you could.

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He grins.

Well. Think it's time for you to go talk to him yet?

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Probably.

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Snuggle.

Let me know how it goes, I guess...

His self-duplication power has come in by now. It fits in his marriage-expanded soul with plenty of room to spare.

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And he goes off to meet his alt. Hello, he says once he's secured a meeting. 

 

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Hello.

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I ended up deciding to have him because he'd spent weeks wandering around my castle bubbling with how much he was in love with me, and Findekáno'd been out for a year and a half, and I thought, well, why not, he's easy to please and so obedient and he adores me - and he was, he was a delight, uncomplicated - his world doesn't have any taboos on it - and new to everything and convinced he was the luckiest boy in the world - and then he found out about Findekáno and his soul magic collapsed on him - it runs off how virtuous he thinks he's being. He was completely helpless. He's willing to give you one at that point, if you won't give him a try unless he's helpless. 

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I'm not actually on the market.

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Doesn't need to be serious. Truth be told I think you'll get attached but it's not - I'm not offering you a replacement for your loved ones, I'm just saying you'll really enjoy him.

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If you want to give me a powerless version of your boyfriend and the artifact to torture him with then I'll listen to him think for a while and decide if I think he's worth fucking. I'm not promising anything other than that.

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All he wants is for you to give him a chance to make you happy.

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I see. Sure.

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Thank you.

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If I do want him I'm not going to cater to his every whim just so I can have someone around who loves me.

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He's not expecting to be catered to, he's expected to be tortured.

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Might do that. 

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Okay. I just want you to be happy and I think having someone around who adores you like that will make you happy. And he's a useful resource.

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That did not escape me.

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And he goes home and reports this to his husband.

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...I genuinely can't imagine where he got the idea that I might want to be catered to, says Taliar.

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Might've just picked up that I was nervous about how he'd treat you.

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Aww. Taliar snuggles him. Love you. Okay. So how do you think he's going to treat me - I think I need a pretty clear idea of the possibilities before I can start figuring out how I'm going to sell it to my alt...

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I'm guessing he's going to be a bit cold, and pointedly opposed to you regaining divine powers, but probably less inclined to torture you than I was because you don't fascinate him yet -

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That's actually not very promising; I handle torture a lot better than I handle rejection... my alt won't necessarily need yours to love him or even like him at first, but he's going to have a really hard time if he's not appreciated on some level.

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Squeeze. I am absolutely certain he'll be listening to him constantly and spending most of his time trying to figure him out, he just may not give any outward signs of that -

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Then he'll have a really hard time unless he knows that, but it might not be worth telling him if it'd annoy your alt. It's not like mine will be expecting a walk in the park.

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Maybe we can - I don't know - I can be attentive enough that he infers that my alt will be, you can at least tell him that I listen to you every waking minute -

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Maybe, yeah... I'm definitely concerned with making sure not to tell my alt anything that'll end up making it harder for him when yours inevitably reads it in his head. Like, I have the feeling that if I show my alt the night my soul acknowledged you, I might as well not send him at all. I don't know how right I am about that, though, your alt is really hard for me to predict.

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You're probably right about that. If my alt feels that we're doing this to redeem him, or because he's unacceptable to us and you can change that -

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If my alt thought we were trying something along those lines, he'd get enormously offended and refuse to go. Or he'd go but he'd be trying to prove he could make your alt happy without changing him at all. I actually don't think I can stand to let my alt think that about me, though, even if that turned out to be the right attitude to send him with.

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I love you. Okay, so - with reasons to stick with someone who's going to at best torture him and at worst pretend to ignore him, without telling him the actual reasons in more detail than 'both of us are happier than we imagined possible'?

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The way to get him there is to tell him that we are both happier than we imagined possible, and we think he has a chance to find that same happiness with your alt, so we want to give him to your alt as a present. And we have to warn him that the possibilities range from torture to being apparently-ignored-occasionally-analyzed. He'll tell me he should tell us both to go fuck ourselves, and then... I send him some memories of our relationship, to make the point about how happy we are and to give him a foundation for being able to love your alt the way he is, and I tell him that no matter what he thinks he's strong enough to handle whatever your alt does to him, and I maybe challenge him to prove it, and -

- he starts giggling.

If he does turn us down, how would you feel about keeping two of me? Because I am absolutely the sort of person where if I can honestly offer him that option, he'll look at the choice between being happy with us forever and going off to suffer enormously for a chance at maybe having the same sort of thing with your alt, and he'll want the second one more. I am so hopelessly myself, Maitimo.

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I am happy to commit to keeping two of you if you make another one and he doesn't want to go to my alt.

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Taliar kisses him. I love you. Okay. So we tell him that, and I bet he'll want to try being yours to see what it's like, and then I bet he'll be dissatisfied because there's another you out there who doesn't have one of him and all he has to do to fix that is go hand your alt his soul.

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You are a delight. Okay, sounds like a plan. From when are we forking him?

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Taliar considers his memories.

...Has to be from between the moment my soul failed and the moment you told me you loved me. Anytime after that would make it much harder for him, and if there's anything after that point that we need him to know I can send him the memory and it won't be the same as having actually experienced it. Maybe I'll take him from right before he woke up that morning, and have him wake up in Nuime somewhere with me right there to explain things and you a short distance away to come in and meet him when he's ready for that...

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That sounds good.

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...if we tell him what Nahira's flower was, is your alt going to want to use it...

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I'm honestly not sure. Probably better to tell him, unless you think that'll hurt your alt too much for him to want to keep going with this -

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If we tell him what Nahira's flower was and your alt decides to torture him with them, he'll get very me about it and it'll actually be easier for him to handle overall than if your alt just ignores him for weeks. It'll be awful but - it'll give him something to push against. Have I mentioned I am very hopelessly myself?

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You have. All right, let's tell him.

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Although that does bring up a question of... how your alt is going to react to various levels of knowledge my alt could have about the ways you've tortured me. If I tell him nearly everything and my alt goes in convinced he's emotionally invincible, is yours going to try to prove him wrong - if I tell him hardly anything and he goes in knowing I've been through some shit but not what it was, is your alt going to end up giving him a nasty surprise - I think it was ultimately good for me that you undershot my first bad day, and if your alt isn't going to undershoot, I want mine to be prepared for that, but I don't want him to go in neatly wrapped up and labeled 'bet you can't break him', you know?

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I don't think my alt has the investment to make a particular attempt to break him at this point.

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Not right now, but I'm assuming there's going to be torture at some point or why are we even bothering...

He pauses. He reviews what he just said.

...I mean - not that the torture is the point, but the degree of investment that leads to it - if he never cares that much, the gift will have failed.

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Agreed. And by the time he cares that much he'll prefer not to break him. 

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Well, all right then. Okay. So I can tell him what Nahira's flower was and, hmm, I could see him going either way on how much he wants to know about all the torture, I can ask him about that...

He tries to build a mental list of all the things he's going to need to tell his alt. He should tell his alt about the identity song so his alt's soul will let Maitimo's alt inflict imaginary strangers on it and they won't ever have to use actual strangers. He should tell his alt that trust songs get him high because the context that got Taliar willing to try that at all was really specific and they might not stumble on it by themselves particularly not if Maitimo's alt is being really distant with him at first. He should tell his alt what Maitimo said about what he wanted, that first day, because it'll help put his alt in the right mental place to decide to hand the other Maitimo his soul.

Can you think of anything I could tell him that seems like it'd particularly help your alt figure out what the appeal of having a Taliar is...?

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Maybe that - there's nothing as healing as being trusted and loved by someone who knows the absolute worst about you? 

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...awwwwwwww.

Taliar hugs him.

You can tell my alt that, then, I think it'll be better coming from you. Also, I love you so much.

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I love you too. Let's make another you.

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Let's!

They should definitely do this in Nuime, for immediate and tangible proof that Taliar's fork is not waking up in the same situation he went to sleep in. Taliar internally debates whether to use his childhood home or his family's rooms at the palace, and finally decides that the house in the mountains runs too high a risk of encountering his grandfather. The palace suite will do. He can tell his father they shouldn't be disturbed and his father will arrange for them not to be.

So he sits on the edge of his bed in the palace, and closes his eyes, and remembers...

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...and the light of his soul collects and solidifies into another Taliar, curled up sleeping right next to him. He is close enough to hug and he looks like he could use one.

As tends to happen with people embodied by the power of Taliar's soul, he isn't wearing any clothes. He was created with nothing but his body and his... soul...

...which is surely around here somewhere...

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Taliar opens his eyes and blinks and - it occurs to him that as of this moment in the past, his soul was hanging around Maitimo's neck -

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And still is. Or, briefly; it doesn't have a necklace, and it falls to the floor. He's careful not to touch it. Well.

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...I should've thought of that, says Taliar.

He looks at his sleeping alt. He fills the room with his healing aura.

"Hey. Me," he says. "Wake up."

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He wakes up.

And - this is his bed in his room in the imperial palace in Nuime.

And that's - him? That's his healing aura, that's his soul, blazing like a tiny sun -

"What the fuck is going on?"

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"The war is over, everything is fine, I killed Melkor and married Maitimo and it all turned out better than you can possibly imagine," he says. "But don't get excited just yet, because I'm about to convince you to do something nobody in their right mind would willingly do."

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"Okay so you're definitely me," says the fork.

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(He loves his husband. He sends his husband this.)

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(His husband loves him too. So much.)

"I definitely am," he says. And he's about to go on, but -

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- his fork takes one look at the smile on his face and says, "Where's Maitimo?"

And hardly a moment after that, "Relatedly, where's my soul? That one's clearly yours."

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"He's in the sitting room and your soul showed up with him because I wasn't paying attention and it - went where it would've been."

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He has... complicated feelings about this. That's definitely a version of him who is deeply, happily in love - and Maitimo must be a soulbearer because that affectionate hint of Silmaril-light in the married Taliar's soul couldn't possibly have come from anywhere else - but his last memory of Maitimo is -

"Why me in particular, why this moment in particular? What do you need a maximally powerless Taliar for?"

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Ah, fuck it.

"We encountered another Arda and it has its own Maitimo and I want to give him a present because I think we're the best thing that can possibly happen to them but he hates me because he had some allies who invaded Nuime and I killed them all."

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"All right, let's hear your pitch," says the fork.

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He should've expected something like this. Convincing his fork to do things was never going to be like rearranging his own head - his own head tends to more or less hold still for him while he messes with it; his fork is definitely not doing that - but he's keeping on top of it, it's just surprising.

"I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. Maitimo and I are happier than either of us could've imagined being. And I want to give that to the other one, but he won't take a me who's a sun-bright god-killer, he's a Maitimo, and he doesn't like me. So if you're lucky he'll torture you, if you're not he'll ignore you, listen in on your head once in a while to try to figure out how you're put together, decide in his own time whether he wants anything to do with you. And I can't even tell you for sure it'll work, he might decide he doesn't - we don't think so, but it's not a sure thing. And if he does want you, it'll be better than you're refraining from imagining, but not necessarily by much."

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"I'm thrilled," the fork says dryly. "I'm ecstatic. Sign me up."

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"Well," says the original, "if you don't feel up to it, you can always stay with us. My husband would be delighted to have two of me. He's amazing, we're amazing, you'll be inconceivably happy forever."

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...He thinks about it.

He should obviously just say 'fuck you both', get dressed, pick up his soul, find his mother, and tell her to keep both these lunatics away from him by any means necessary. If they're in as good a place as they say, they won't stop him, and if they do stop him, he'll know what to expect from their lovely vision of eternity.

But.

But fuck it all, he loves Maitimo, deeply and truly, for very good reasons. No matter how much that hurts, it's still true.

He nestles into the blankets and looks up at his - creator - and says, "Anybody ever tell you you don't play fair?"

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"Probably not as frequently as I deserve."

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He closes his eyes.

A thought half-occurs to him and it's insane it makes no sense he's not supposed to be this self-destructive but he can't get it out of his head - what the fuck does he think he's doing -

- he says to Maitimo, I would like you to bring me my soul, please.

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He grabs a pillowcase and picks it up and carries it in. "It appeared without the chain." His own soul says that he loves people and loves making them happy and should not be pushed around. 

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"Thank you," he says, sitting up and taking it from the pillowcase.

He honesly expected Maitimo to just pick it up with his bare hands, but this works too, in a way - he turns and offers it to the other Taliar, saying, "We'll never live with ourselves if we don't find out what happens. And I assume yours is self-protecting already."

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"You are me," he says.

He touches the misty silver soul.

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It's not like having his soul touched by an entirely different person, but it's - definitely not nothing - he's half out of his senses, but only half - his suspicion and admiration and envy and affection and annoyance and trust for his other self are all filling up his soul but he can still see and think and breathe - "wow," he says hazily, "wow."

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He lets go.

"I should show you a few things before you hurt yourself," he says. "If you wanted to know more about what soul-touching is like, you could've just asked me."

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"Where's the fun in that?"

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"There is a quite astonishing lot of fun in soul-touching even when he knows exactly how it'll go."

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The fork looks at the original.

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"...Okay, I'm not quite Da, but if you're accusing me of asking my husband to be unusually nice to you for strategic reasons, I absolutely did not do that," he says.

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"Good."

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"If I decided not to torture you just so you'll be likelier to get curious and go find my sad alt, I decided that all by myself and didn't tell him about that."

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"Hm," he says.

And he tosses his soul at Maitimo.

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Well, fine. He catches it.

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Amusement and affection and triumph and fear and uncertainty and a lingering trace of an awful trapped feeling and envy and love, and love, and love...

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He tests if his ability to make it feel like strangers are touching Taliar's soul works on the new Taliar.

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It does not.

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What a shame. Mood-altering songs?

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Well, by the nature of soul contact, he'll have to let go to find out if they worked. The fork's soul doesn't visibly object, at least.

Also, his husband is over there giggling with his face in his hands, insulated from the songs by a touch of silver light. I should have expected this, why didn't I expect this, everything is going to work out exactly the way I planned but in the meantime he is going to fuck with us at every turn, there was no way that was ever not going to happen...

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We were kind of vaguely unethical to him.

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Yes, that's true. He doesn't mind, though, if he actually minded he wouldn't have thrown his soul at you. He's just - being very me.

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It's a good thing I love you. Since he asked for it I'm tempted to leave him like this all day, want to go get dinner? We were going to have me meet your mother but perhaps that's complicated by recent events?

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Were you in fact refraining from torturing him so he'd get curious and go find your sad alt?

He gets up and goes and kisses his husband and is kind of tempted to touch his alt's soul to see what happens.

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He holds it out. Yes, but not even consciously - I rarely consciously decide to manipulate you, I often have instincts for how to act to get the reaction I want -

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That's - why is that adorable, he really doesn't know, but wow he loves his husband so much.

He kisses him again and puts his hand on his alt's soul. What's it even like for him, he's not sending me all his private thoughts...

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He sends them.

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It's like -

He really really wants to be a part of this amazing relationship. He wants it so much. He envies them both - adores them both - and he's wryly aware that he's almost certainly going to take the other choice, but in the meantime he is so deeply fulfilled and delighted by being wrapped up between them like this - he was not expecting this outcome when he threw his soul at Maitimo, he just instinctively knew that if Maitimo was deliberately refraining from touching his soul the only way he was going to get him to do it would be to throw it at him instantly the moment the impulse crossed his mind - having his alt in the mix seems to pull him out of it a little, give him slightly more affordance for complex thoughts, although he hasn't exactly done this very often so he isn't sure - it's nice, it's lovely, the soul-contact intimacy feels like a warm hug, is this how good it gets, no it isn't, if it can be this good he bets it can be so much better -

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...you actually can't leave him like this all day, says Taliar, there's a background risk that his soul will acknowledge you like mine did and then you will have two sun-bright god-killers and no nice helpless Taliars to give your alt and my alt will be making fun of us for months - it's not going to happen under most circumstances but the thing that'll do it is if he either decides to definitely stay with us, or gets so wrapped up in being in love with you that he forgets there's another one out there waiting for him.

He takes his hand off his alt's soul.

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He floats on adoration.

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Exactly like that.

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He drops his soul, shaking his head. 

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His husband laughs and hugs him.

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He only stays dazed for a few seconds, and the first thing he does when he recovers his senses is dissolve into helpless giggles. He actually won - he loves Maitimo so much, he loves them both so much - and he has independently figured out that he needs to make sure he doesn't let his soul get carried away on that, and it's kind of difficult because getting carried away is so tempting, but he's managing it.

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"So obviously you'd rather stay here and be happy than go be tortured by a desperately unhappy and lonely version of me," he says.

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Still giggling too hard to speak, but luckily Maitimo can read his mind!

If only I were that sensible.

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I love you just the way you are.

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I know you do.

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"Were we always this adorable?" wonders Taliar. "I think we might always be this adorable, but wow, it's much more visible from the outside. My love, what if I'm tempted to keep him?"

He is totally tempted to keep him. The three of them, forever - it would be amazing. But his alt is going to go try his luck with the other Maitimo, that's pretty clear by now.

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"Well, if you're tempted to keep him, clearly I should pick up his soul at once and hold him until he forgets my alt exists, I doubt there's any other way to do it."

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He is getting such a clear picture of what they're like together and he has no idea how they got there - well, he knows one of the prerequisites, but how the hell they managed it is a total mystery.

"I need a soul necklace," he says. "Sun-bright, use your godlike power and get me a soul necklace."

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"No," he says, pointing at him, "I'm not changing my soulname, you are changing your soulname."

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"Fine," he says. "I'll be Sun-dark. Dawn-shining, use your godlike power and get me a soul necklace."

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...that's amazingly appropriate.

He goes to the window and leans out it and uses his land-shaping power to summon up a chain and setting more or less like his, and then he comes back and attaches them to Sun-dark's soul and hands him the resulting necklace without touching the soul at any point.

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"Have fun, little one!"

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He holds up his soul on its chain and looks contemplatively at it for a few seconds and then puts it on the bedside table.

"I know what I'm going to decide but I haven't actually decided it yet," he says, "and I'm sure I've thrown all your careful plans for how to shape me into the perfect gift completely off-course, and there's no way I'm passing up the opportunity here. Much as it will tempt me to make the sane and reasonable choice. You were planning to have us both at some point during this carefully planned campaign of manipulation, weren't you?" he asks, grinning up at Maitimo (and never mind the sudden sharp pain of remembering just last night - how long ago was it really, he wonders - when Maitimo wanted to indulge himself with both of his boyfriends...)

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"We thought it'd take you longer to be persuaded that 'be happy with us both forever' was an option. But, you know, since I don't know how long my alt'll make you wait -"

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He laughs.

"I observe that you're happy. It could not possibly be clearer that you're happy. I have no fucking idea how you pulled it off, but," he gestures at Dawn-shining's soul, bright-blazing evidence of their happiness. "If I were sensible and prudent I'd wait to understand it before I accepted it as an option, but if I were sensible and prudent I would've climbed out the window and fled by now."

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"If you were sensible and prudent you wouldn't have forked yourself and therefore wouldn't exist!"

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"Okay, you win that one," snorts Sun-dark.

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"I win everything; I have a permanent Taliar and a temporary Taliar with no idea of what I can do to him."

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Well how about that sudden jolt of pure terror.

 

He smiles.

"Oh, you're all talk," he says merrily.

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...Dawn-shining splutters with slightly horrified laughter.

"Is this what it's like to watch me from the outside?"

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"Isn't it astonishingly compelling?"

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"I suppose that's one word for it," he says, shaking his head in amazement. "Wow."

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"If I get fed up with you I can always make you collapse to the floor writhing in agony. That makes it way more adorable."

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"Is that so?" says Sun-dark.

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"Are you skeptical that I can make you collapse in agony or that the ability contributes to my finding you adorable?"

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"I'd say less skeptical and more intrigued, on both counts."

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"Darling," he says to his husband, "give me your soul."

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He smiles and kisses his husband and sits on the bed and takes off his soul necklace and hands it to Maitimo.

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And he cradles it and then imagines pressing him into the bed and kissing him.

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The cascade is glorious - he loves Maitimo so much, so much, so much...

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...that is not agony. Sun-dark watches, fascinated and envious.

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He adds ten imaginary strangers.

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The cascade is - still glorious - but oh oh oh oh it hurts -

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"How are you doing that," breathes Sun-dark, utterly mesmerized.

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"His soul gave me powers, and then the marriage added new ones - I can make it feel like an arbitrary number of strangers are holding his soul, I can make it feel like I'm touching him, I can set off these cascades that way - I'll have to be more creative with you but I somehow think I'll rise to the occasion -" He lets go of Taliar's soul but leaves the imagined strangers in place.

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Sun-dark watches his alt lie there on the bed utterly insensate, consumed by agony. He can tell that it hurts more than he can even conceive of, and it's terrifying, and - the way Dawn-shining looked at Maitimo when he gave him his soul - he knew this was coming and he wanted it, looked forward to it -

"I want to learn how to do that," he says. He's obviously capable of that same depth of - strength, of acceptance-of-pain - and he has no idea how to get there and he really badly wants to and he suspects that it involves getting tortured until you don't care anymore and there's something so enthralling about the way Dawn-shining looks right now...

He looks up at Maitimo and - he just wants, without even any clear idea of what it is he's wanting. It almost doesn't matter.

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(He takes Taliar's soul again so he has something to hold onto.)

And he picks up the new one and presses him to the bed the non-magic way and says you are definitely going to learn how to do that, you're a Taliar, you're a miracle, and kisses him.

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Yes I am, he says, smiling into the kiss, and wow he's definitely still terrified and kind of starting to like it that way, and Maitimo is so beautiful and so - compelling, like a flame to a moth, and he very much feels like he has already caught fire.

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And he starts singing to him, softly, the trust song -

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It's lovely, of course, Maitimo singing is always so lovely.

And it's soothing.

...kind of suspiciously soothing actually.

Songs can do that?

Okay admittedly this feels fucking amazing but - "hey," he says with half-joking indignation, "give that back, I was having fun with it."

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"Oh, I'm going to, just you wait. Give me your soul."

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That sounds like a great idea.

A substantial part of the reason why that sounds like a great idea is probably literal mind control, wow.

"You can't have sprung this on him like this," he muses, "he has to have agreed to it, how the fuck did you manage that, you can't possibly have known ahead of time that it'd get us this high - did you? I'd be very impressed... wow. Wow. This is amazing. And I will never be able to look my emperor in the eye again if I follow objectively terrifying suggestions made while I'm high on artificial trust."

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He takes his soul anyway. 

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Soul contact on trust songs is amazing. He wants to stay wrapped up in this forever, this lovely warm-blanket feeling, it's so cozy, love and trust filling him up like sunlight...

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He kisses him and holds him and stops singing.

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...so that's what he meant by a cascade -

Fear and amazement and love and delight and confusion and back to fear, and the determination to win by not letting the fear take over, and all of these things going off like fireworks and feeding on each other and looping back around and chain-reacting and none of it ever goes away he can't handle this he's going to fall apart - he's a Taliar he's a miracle he will be okay -

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He lets go. He waits for him to come back to his senses. He kisses him.

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He notices, sort of distantly, that he's shaking a little.

 

Oh come on, he thinks, with affectionate half-joking disappointment, that was your one opportunity to talk me into something while I was high on trust songs without having known they existed beforehand, I can't believe you didn't even try -

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I can talk you into anything I want anyway, and I. Care about consent now. It makes people happy.

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You still picked up my soul, he points out. I love you.

And he has to be careful about loving him - he could easily let himself get carried away on the wings of that revelation, it's not like he couldn't have guessed but it's very different to hear him say it - has to keep in mind that there's another Maitimo out there who presumably does not have this quirk and might not ever and Sun-dark is going to go seduce him anyway because he is stupidly, dangerously, gloriously in love with this absolute marvel of a person.

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You begged me to show you, I was taking that as stronger permission than 'my emperor would scowl at me' was dispermission. Anyway, I want to fuck you on trust songs, you'll like it, sound good?

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Yes and that's exactly what makes it silly that you didn't try to talk me into it and now I'm never going to know how well I would've done. It's fine, I'll get over it. Please fuck me on trust songs that sounds amazing.

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Oh, you're upset because you think you could have thought around it to refuse me? Kiss. Of course you could have. 

And he starts singing.

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I actually think I could've thought around it to get a genuinely accurate idea of whether I would've agreed without the trust songs and then gone with that, which is much more impressive and also trickier to predict without trying it, he says, laughing softly. I love you.

Listening to the trust song and knowing what it means is its own kind of fascinating - he feels nervous and he feels the nervousness fade away and he is gloriously high on this, it's amazing, he wonders if it even is this good for Dawn-shining, who actually trusts Maitimo very deeply and entirely independently, whereas Sun-dark trusts him mostly by proxy, it's a much bigger jump from one state to the other...

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Perhaps you'll have even more fun with one of me who you can't trust at all. 

And he tugs him closer and pins him comfortably and kisses him and stops torturing his husband.

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Bet I will, he says dreamily. It's lovely, it's perfect, Maitimo is amazing, he actually can't imagine anything better than this... it's fascinating how he wants Maitimo right now, intensely but not urgently, his patience is infinite, he is content to just lie there and be kissed and touched, to move only when Maitimo tells him to move...

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Well that's a lovely sight to wake up to.

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Isn't it. This is such a nice arrangement.

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Catch me up on what I missed, my love?

Besides, evidently, trust songs.

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Your fork is disappointed I didn't try to talk him into sex on trust songs before explaining what they were, because he thinks he could have thought around them. He is as fun to torture as you are. He is trying very hard not to inconvenience us by falling in love with me.

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Watching you two is even better than I thought it would be, and my expectations were high, he says. Also my fork is adorable, and you can count me in on being disappointed, if I'd been awake I'd've suggested you try it, as long as you had him on trust songs without warning anyway. How many opportunities are we ever going to get for you to have a Taliar on trust songs without warning? As soon as we've heard of the concept while sober it gets much easier to think around.

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Well, there's no reason to think there's precisely two of me.

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Fair enough.

He watches them some more. It is unquestionably true that Dawn-shining Taliar has the most beautiful husband in this or any world, and the sight of him with Sun-dark is mesmerizing.

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Taliars are miracles. He's so happy.

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Dawn-shining is contemplating trying to talk his soul into branching a power for reading his fork's memories just so he won't have to interrupt Maitimo to ask for a more complete summary. He needs it for strategic reasons, arranging his alt into the right shape is delicate work and he has to have as much information as possible, but Maitimo is busy right now and Taliar is extremely reluctant to substantially divide his attention. It's so beautiful, they're both so beautiful - the look on Sun-dark's face is amazing, is that what Taliar looks like on trust songs, he's so - he can't even think of a word for it, in any language - he looks like he's having the time of his life, but in a really calm dreamy way, and yet at the same time intensely focused -

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He hasn't even noticed that Dawn-shining woke up. All of his attention is on Maitimo. Maitimo is perfect and beautiful, Maitimo is amazing, Maitimo can do such incredible things to him... this was the best idea, sex on trust songs is unbelievably good.

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Is his husband feeling neglected because he can make his husband feel whatever he wants and 'neglected' is not what he wants.

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His husband is not feeling neglected in the slightest. His husband is enjoying himself immensely. That's not to say that some attention wouldn't be welcome, of course, but he is entirely content to just watch Maitimo fuck Sun-dark.

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He will hold him still, then, with just a fraction of his attention, and distract him occasionally.

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His husband loves him so very much.

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Good. ...exactly how much can he tease him and still get him to hold still.

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Is that a challenge?

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That does seem to be the way to get his husband to do literally anything, doesn't it.

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Taliar has held perfectly still for an amazing variety of tortures, and he can hold perfectly still for this.

...with some difficulty.

...he loves his husband so much.

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And his husband loves him too, so much he's giving another one to a version of him who doesn't even want one. Yet.

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Speaking of which, guess who finally noticed his alt is awake? He has no idea what's going on that put that look on Dawn-shining's face, but whatever it is, he wholeheartedly approves.

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Maitimo. It's Maitimo.

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Well then he wholeheartedly approves of Maitimo. Not that he didn't already. Trust songs are amazing.

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Sex on trust songs is amazing. Post-coital cuddling on trust songs is amazing. Idly teasing his husband during same is amazing. 

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Sun-dark cuddles Maitimo contentedly and watches his alt be pleasantly tormented.

The song fades.

"Well, that was even more incredible than I expected," he says. "And apparently Dawn-shining agrees!"

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"Pleased to be surpassing your expectations. You sure you don't just want to take the easy road and stay?"

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He looks up at Maitimo with fond exasperation, and then kisses him.

When in my life have I ever taken the easy road? he asks, holding the memory of the emotion cascade in his mind until his pulse races with suppressed terror.

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I adore you.

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He giggles delightedly, which interferes with both the kissing and the deliberate cultivation of fear, but that's all right.

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And he relaxes happily for a while and then decides it's really cruel to keep teasing his husband.

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Well, that's nice of him.

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...wow, Sun-dark can immediately see the appeal of watching oneself with Maitimo, no wonder Dawn-shining was having such a good time with that.

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How delightfully unlike the events that the fork remembers as having occurred yesterday.

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Yes very much so. He is mostly managing not to think about that.

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Dawn-shining Taliar loves his husband sooooo much. His husband is the best.

And then it is time for cuddles again. The Taliars snuggle up happily.

Still a few things I need to tell him, muses Dawn-shining, trying to decide the best way... do you want to explain what you used to get out of not caring about consent, or would it be better if I sent the memory of what you said?

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Why don't you tell him -

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All right.

He reaches over and ruffles his alt's hair. Prepare to be enlightened, he says, and then sends the memory, with approximate context of when it was being said and what they'd been talking about beforehand. He stops short of including what he did after Maitimo finished speaking.

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His breath catches.

"Oh," he says quietly.

It's - it makes perfect sense - and if the Maitimo of the past was in front of him right now, Sun-dark would want to kiss him - would want to put his soul in his hand and drown in loving him - and that Maitimo is not here, and the Maitimo that Sun-dark is going to seduce doesn't even want his undying devotion - but the war is over and there's another entire Taliar to go around being Dawn-shining at things, and Sun-dark can afford to go hand his soul to Maitimo's sad alt and love him undeterrably.

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And it'll help him. Even if it takes him a while to admit that.

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Well, yeah. If I didn't think I'd do him any good, I wouldn't even be considering it. He reflects on this assertion for a moment, and then adds, Well, not seriously, anyway. There's definitely a part of me that just wants to find out how badly he can fuck me up, but that is not the part that gets to call the shots.

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What a perfect time to mention, Nahira's flower is daffodils.

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In context, and in that tone of voice -

I thought you said it was going to be less bad than I wasn't imagining!

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It is! You can handle it, he says cheerfully.

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...show me, says Sun-dark. Show me how you handled it.

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So Taliar sends him just a flash of the moment he stopped feeling safe.

That's the night of the first time I encountered daffodils in Arda. And it went just about as badly as it could've gone, and I handled it.

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It's surprisingly easy to extrapolate the parts of the context he isn't being directly told - there's enough substance in the brief memory to get across the concept of hypothetical consent, and it all falls into place neatly from there.

Sun-dark contemplates the feeling in the memory. Like being made of nothing but willpower and pain.

He observes that he is really extremely tempted to get competitive about it. Anything his alt can handle, he can handle just as well. Better, with an example to learn from.

I am crazy, he announces. You're crazy. We're both crazy.

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Yes, you are.

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"And you are - I don't know what," he says. "But whatever it is, I like it."

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Appropriately appreciative of my toys.

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"Sounds about right."

He gives Maitimo a kiss.

"It is really very tempting to stay," he says. "There's no way I'm going to do it. But it's tempting. It's... this," he gestures at the three of them snuggled up comfortably together, "this is what I want to have. But being a present for your alt is what I want to do."

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I bet you can get both, if you're determined enough.

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"Mm. No, I don't think so," he says. "Going off to seduce your alt means giving up the option of staying with you two, and I'm genuinely losing something there, it really won't be the same even if we end up just as adorable. But that's okay. It's hardly the most significant thing I'm giving up."

Implicit in his choice to go be the other Maitimo's present is the possibility that he might never regain the full power of his soul, and the other Maitimo might never decide to start respecting his consent. That's why his chosen soulname embraces the loss of power. He is the Taliar whose soul is in eclipse, and he'd better be okay with that, because if he isn't okay with that he should definitely stay.

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But you want to go?

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Yeah, he says. Between what I want to have and what I want to do, the second one always wins.

'Have', in this context, is about things that are rewarding on the level of personal enjoyment. 'Do' is about things that are rewarding on the level of challenge and accomplishment, difficult things that work toward valuable goals. And he's a Taliar. The outcome is inevitable.

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Then - have fun. Be a delight.

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I certainly will.

Snuggle.

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Dawn-shining thinks back to all the things they wanted to say to his fork. They've hit most of them, but - the imaginary strangers thing is just so absurdly perfect and convenient - he wonders if it's worth trying the identity song on Sun-dark, to make sure his soul gets the picture.

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You know, they might discover things we haven't thought of, too.

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I'm sure they will. I hope they're kind enough to share.

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"Raika-seren, my husband thinks I should torture you a little more before we send you off, in case my alt doesn't think of the specific method."

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"I mean, far be it from me to turn down torture, but couldn't you just tell me about it?"

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"Sure I can. I can even show you. The trouble is - well, here."

He sends the memory.

"I have a perfect memory for everything related to Maitimo and I still can't remember it right because it fucks me up that much. And it's what prompted my soul to figure out how to do the imaginary strangers thing, and the imaginary strangers thing is amazingly convenient."

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"Wow," says Sun-dark. "Uh. Wow."

He's actually not entirely sure this is something he wants to try.

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"Well, now you know about it."

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It's immediately obvious why Dawn-shining wants to do this to him. If his soul doesn't have the imaginary strangers thing, the other Maitimo will just go have his soul touched by actual strangers if he wants to produce that effect, and doing it with a soul power is obviously preferable on a multitude of levels, it's more convenient and does not require involving strangers in one's sex life - but wow, the way that memory felt -

- on the other hand, if there are kinds of torture he's too afraid to try, perhaps he should reconsider his decision -

- but no, there's a difference between what he's willing to sign himself up for and what he wants, and he does not want to get that fucked up right now. So he doesn't have to.

On yet another hand, there's something he wants to do before they send him off...

He looks at Dawn-shining.

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Huh. That's definitely a look.

"Sure," says Dawn-shining, and kisses him.

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Awwww.

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Kissing himself is new and different and interesting! And very enjoyable! He's not sure exactly how far they're going to take it, but it's nice. They're not reading each other's minds but they almost don't have to, they can just guess, there's no deficiency in communication.

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He sits back and enjoys watching them.

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They have a delightful time together.

There is an unspoken question of who is going to take the role normally reserved for Maitimo. It stays unspoken, because the answer is perfectly obvious to both of them: if it turns out to be something they like enough to end up missing it the rest of the time, Dawn-shining is better placed to handle that. Sun-dark is going to be dealing with quite enough already in the genre of Things He Might Like His Sex Life To Include Which For The Forseeable Future It Won't, and there's no call to risk adding another one, however trivial.

He does turn out to like it, but not that much. It's new and different and interesting and fun, but in a way that's not substantially different from the rest of the being-with-one's-alt experience. He will be just fine if it never happens again, or only happens again the next time he needs a fork for something.

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Afterward, they curl up together and snuggle, and Sun-dark finds himself running his fingers over the scars on Dawn-shining's back. They're really something, those scars. Exquisitely beautiful, and - evocative of a deep commitment. He kind of envies them. He suspects that if the other Maitimo ever does that to him, he is going to feel intensely validated and triumphant.

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This worked well, even if it didn't work exactly as planned.

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It did! Dawn-shining is proud of himself for handling his alt this well and proud of his alt for managing to be so extremely Taliar at them. Both in the sense where he messed with their plans and expectations, and in the sense where he ultimately cooperated anyway.

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How do you want to be delivered?

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I dunno, he says. You're the expert in the preferences of the recipient.

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He's going to be difficult either way, I'm worried - maybe best if I bring you -

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Sure.

If Maitimo's worried then Sun-dark is definitely worried but, well, he is deliberately doing a very worrying thing. Some worry is to be expected.

For hard-to-articulate reasons, he wants to hand his soul to the other Maitimo himself. He has no other delivery preferences he can think of.

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Okay. We'll ask Nezhefena when she's ready, then.

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All right.

And in the meantime... hmm. He probably shouldn't go anywhere near his mother—did she set you on fire, or just threaten to—

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She murdered the other me but Taliar stepped in before she set me on fire. We were going to try to get to know each other but events got ahead of us.

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I should stay far away from her because I really don't want to argue with her about my choices, and same with Grandfather, but I want to catch up on what's been going on since my point of departure and I want to talk to Kelora. Unless she's going to argue with me about my choices.

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She really, really isn't. We can catch you up on current events and you can talk to Kelora.

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Kelora gave me suggestions.

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...Sun-dark is stunned speechless.

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Dawn-shining takes one look at his alt's face and starts giggling uncontrollably.

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It was pretty funny.

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I clearly really need to talk to Kelora!

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That can be arranged.

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He kind of wants to snuggle his alt and his alt's husband for a while longer and maybe have sex with them again and generally luxuriate in there not being a war on. But he's done plenty of that already. If he lets himself get too comfortable it'll be that much harder to go through with his decision.

Should he take that as a reason to get comfortable? Should he spend a few weeks living his life and then revisit the question when he's more settled?

He thinks about it, and concludes: no. All the reasons for his choice will still be true in a few weeks, and they'll still outweigh the lure of effortless comfort, but the lure of effortless comfort will have a stronger pull. He'll have a harder time with it but he won't have any useful new insights that he should fairly be taking into consideration. Given that, it's better to go as soon as possible.

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Dawn-shining hugs his alt and then kisses his husband.

Okay, let's get dressed and go find Kelora.

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Kelora, predictably, is in her study.

 

She raises her eyebrows at the Taliars.

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"Raika-seren Taliar," he says, touching his misty silver soul where it hangs around his neck. "Pleased to meet you, Princess."

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"That's... certainly an evocative soulname," she says.

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"Did you hear? There's another me. So Taliar decided there should be another him. Only - it wouldn't work if we were betting it'd work out wonderfully."

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She nods slowly.

"Yes. After how his first encounter with Nuime went, I imagine it wouldn't. Well."

She goes over and hugs Sun-dark, and hugs Dawn-shining, and then looks at Sun-dark consideringly and hugs him a second time.

"Good luck," she says. "Though I have every expectation you'll make your own."

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He leans on her and smiles. Kelora is such a good friend.

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She is.

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"So what's this I hear about you giving Maitimo suggestions—"

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"I thought it would be interesting. I was right."

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"She has developed a new hobby and it is making me blush," says Dawn-shining, blushing.

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"I find myself envying you again. That keeps happening. I had probably better get used to it," says Sun-dark.

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"Don't worry," says Kelora, "I would be happy to make you blush too."

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Awww.

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"And yet, I don't appear to be blushing," he says.

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She regards him consideringly.

Then, keeping an utterly straight face, she sends him her memory of Dawn-shining's memory of the first time he had sex with Maitimo on trust songs.

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Well now he is definitely blushing.

"Where did that come from?"

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"I don't know!" says Dawn-shining. "I needed someone to talk to about - everything - when I got home after the war, and she volunteered, very emphatically, and now she's - whatever this is. It's amazing."

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Kelora smiles.

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"She's whatever you need because you were busy being whatever I needed. It's lovely."

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"Yes," says Kelora. "When you've accumulated some horrifying stories of your time with the other Maitimo and you need someone to understand how much you don't regret any of it, come and talk to me."

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"I will definitely do that."

He hugs her again.

"So the other thing I wanted was to learn about what's happened since I've, uh, I suppose 'been gone' isn't quite right..."

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There follows a discussion of politics in both worlds, the war against Melkor, thirty hours under a rockslide, the Yeerk invasion, and so on. Occasionally Kelora sends Sun-dark a moment of Dawn-shining's sex life, always when he least expects it. He's so cute when he blushes.

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Awwwww.

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And then Nezhefena is ready to take Tivarante Maitimo and Raika-seren Taliar to Independence.

And for some reason Dawn-shining Taliar is nervous. This makes no sense at all. He's not the one going off to do deeply ill-advised things.

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But someone you care about is.

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...yeah, he says.

I love you. I - want your alt to be happy. I want that very much.

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I know.

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He hugs his husband. He hugs his alt.

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And then they go to Independence.

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Independence has been moved. He's not satisfied the peal won't look for him so with the help of the daeva Yeerks Independence has been moved a lot, six hops over and with some false trails spiraling off in different directions. He should notice if anyone's coming for them. He notices their arrival and sends someone to greet them.

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It's so convenient having the eidetic-memory teleport. No more engulfing her passengers in shadows. Much tidier this way.

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Sun-dark Taliar looks around and smiles slightly. He can see the... Maitimo-ness of the kingdom everywhere he looks.

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It was the same kingdom, when Elspeth dropped modernity on them. He has them escorted in. "Hello," he says.

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Wow he is really nervous.

"Hi. Raika-seren Taliar," he says. "Nice to meet you."

And in his thoughts, the full context of the soulname:

In Atialemain when he manifested his soul and went to war with Seofar, the first soulname he thought of was Raika-linsi, 'Sun-bright'. He decided against it, because the context made it too aggressive; by itself, it could mean anything in the range between 'the light that brings life to the world' and 'the fire that scours my enemies from the earth', but his mother Linsi-kelen ('bright flame') Aeleva is well-known for the destructive power of her fiery soul, and he was at that very moment preparing to go kill a bunch of people, and destructive wrath is not an aspect of himself he wants to advertise or encourage in the slightest. So he went with Elaneth-imire, 'Dawn-shining'; softer, prettier, more hopeful, evoking the kind of strength that lifts people up rather than the kind that burns them down.

And then he won the war and went around healing people and solving problems for a while, and he was transported to Arda and met Maitimo and agreed to fight his Enemy and got to know him and fell in love with him and found out the soul-shattering truth about him—

—and woke up the next morning in the imperial palace in Nuime, where his alt told him that the war with Melkor was over and he'd won and married Maitimo and everything was going to be great forever and oh by the way the reason you exist is as a present for Maitimo's alt who hates me, which is why you come from the moment in our life when our soul was at its weakest.

The obvious way to differentiate was to pick different soulnames. The obvious person to pick a different soulname was him. His soul does not shine like the dawn, and it won't for a while, it might not ever; in choosing to be this Maitimo's present, he is choosing to take that risk. So he is Raika-seren, Sun-dark. Eclipsed. The exact opposite of aggressive or powerful.

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He raises an eyebrow. "Can you explain - why you'd do that? Instead of staying home, I mean."

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He considers how best to explain. This Maitimo doesn't know him - that might be the weirdest part of the whole thing - and therefore he can't just say 'because I am very hopelessly myself' and be understood, he has to actually start from the beginning...

"It's relevant that there's another one of me," he says. "Elaneth-imire is all set for soul power, he can - fulfill all the functions of my existence that rely on it. I'm not abdicating any responsibilities. There are no evil gods nearby that I need to fight and if there were, my alt could handle them. And he and his husband are rather magnificently happy together, so - in a sense I have a share in that, he's fulfilling that function of my existence too. I don't need to be powerful or happy or safe because Elaneth-imire has those angles covered. But what he can't do is make you happy the way he makes his husband happy. That's my niche, I'm the only Taliar who's got a chance at it."

He pauses, trying to articulate the next part in a way that sounds remotely sane. There does not appear to be such a way. He shrugs and says it anyway.

"And they told me that I could either stay with them and be powerful and happy and safe forever, or come here and be your present and be probably ignored and maybe tortured if I'm lucky, and - when you put it like that, there's no way I could've done anything but this. Because staying with them would be nice but being your present is - hard work toward a meaningful goal that I care very much about and that almost nobody else could conceivably accomplish as well as I can. I have a thing about challenges. I find them almost impossible to pass up." He smiles wryly. "And I love you and I want to make you happy. You're not the Maitimo I know, but you're a lot like him, you're - you're all the things I fell in love with. So. Does that explain it?"

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"Maybe." He looks at him consideringly. He looks at his alt. "Leave."

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"Okay."

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So Nezhefena takes Tivarante Maitimo back to Nuime.

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And Sun-dark Taliar walks up to Maitimo and takes off his soul necklace and holds it out to him.

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"This is the thing that tortures you?"

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"That's one way to put it, I guess," he says. "If you touch it—" he remembers the feeling, the few times it's happened to him, and the ones he got secondhand from Elaneth-imire. It's torture by default, because the circumstances required to make it not torture are kind of particular, but what it really is is just - soul contact. An unbearably intense sense of intimacy, an overwhelmingly vast magnification of everything you feel about the person who is touching your soul.

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He takes it by the chain and puts it in his pocket and says "I have a tactical problem. There are people trying to find me, and they have a lot of resources. Sit down, you need more detail than that."

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He sits down. "Okay, what's the problem?"

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And he describes the people trying to find them, the resources they have - "I don't know if you can just wish for a way to track people across dimensions but you very well might be able to -"

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"Somebody somewhere might have a soul power that can make you untraceable," is his first thought. "Or my alt might be able to do it. Our souls have a three-day turnaround on major powershifts, which in my case means very little because my soul can't do much and is using most of its space for things it would be reluctant to give up, but in his case it means that if you want something done and don't think it's otherwise possible, 'tell Elaneth-imire and wait three days' is always an option, alongside 'ask Esarkan if he can find a soulbearer who happens to have something relevant'."

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"...I'll mention to him that it's a problem. What's yours devoting its space to?"

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Healing aura, about six feet in radius but very robust; lie detection, completely passive; osanwe, with a branch for manufacturing magic items very quickly and another branch for enforcing his mental privacy and a sub-branch from there that prevents him from ever hiding any thoughts from Maitimo; a little bit of space probably in reserve for protection from hostile mind control in case he ever needs that; a little bit of space probably in reserve for letting Maitimo make him feel like his soul is being touched by imaginary strangers in case Maitimo ever feels like doing that.

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"...'powers' is sort of an interesting word for it -"

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"What do you mean?"

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"Half those things disable you."

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"They're still - capacities my soul has, so, soul powers. Anyway, I'd argue that the privacy exception is more beneficial than otherwise. There is nothing I want to accomplish that could be accomplished better by hiding thoughts from you than by not doing that."

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"I can see why my alt was -

 

 - I do not feel secure enough in my life and the protection of my people right now to pursue a relationship."

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"Okay," he says, "so - does that mean 'go home' or does it mean 'stick around and consult on tactical problems and maybe do some magical engineering', or?"

Also, this is a Maitimo. Elaneth-imire will resurrect him as many times as it takes, fight as many gods as it takes; if the interdimensional meddlers come for him, they're going to have to go through Elaneth-imire first, and they will find that prohibitively difficult. But Raika-seren appreciates that he doesn't have a good reason to believe that and there wouldn't be a whole lot of point in trying to convince him.

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"You think you can make yourself helpful? I can use trustworthy helpful people. I can give you the recipe for eidetic memory necklaces."

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"I would be delighted to make you eidetic memory necklaces. If I'm remembering right, in the current state of my soul I can do a year's work in three or four hours," he says. (Secondhand memories of a past/future that never happened to him are weird but useful.)

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"This is a computer," he says, "I don't think Nuimë has them yet -"

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"It doesn't! What's a computer?"

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"It's like all of the books in all of the libraries in several worlds, written very very small - it's why we were working with the Yeerks, consenting hosts for the knowledge of how to do this -"

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"Huh," he says, fascinated.

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"Yeah." He pulls up a window. "Eidetic memory necklace instructions. They don't even take a year."

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He grins and leans forward and reads them. Probably he should wear the first necklace he makes, he has a really good memory but it's not literally perfect and if he's going to be making a lot of artifacts the lost time from occasional mistakes will add up eventually...

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That works. "I promised your emperor three once I had more."

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"What for?" he wonders.

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"The teleport."

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Huh, that's right, Shadow-cloaked Nezhefena was wearing an obviously-Elven necklace and the way she brought them here was... not very soul-flavoured. "Useful," he says. "I bet Esarkan will appreciate it."

He also bets Esarkan likes the Maitimos a lot. Although depending on exactly how much he likes them, that may be difficult to pick up on without assistance from someone who knows Esarkan really well.

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He's been very easy to work with but he has lots of incentive, there.

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Hmm?

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Most emperors could manage civility towards someone who shows up to say 'we were halfway through learning how to make computers and can guide you to a multiverse civilization and give you magic teleports'.

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Well, yes. Although I'm sure he could find the multiverse civilization without your help if he felt like it. Which flavour of easy to work with was he? If he starts every conversation from the perspective that you both want to help each other and should figure out the most efficient and mutually beneficial way to do that, he respects you. If he also makes a lot of sarcastic comments, he likes you and wants to be your friend.

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I don't recall sarcastic comments. And what he wanted was advice on whether to try, actually.

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What'd you advise him?

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I said to go ahead. They'll - they may not do anything for him but they might and they won't take things - they kidnapped my Findekáno but your emperor doesn't have anything similar -

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...how kidnapped is kidnapped? Does he need rescuing?

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He didn't consent to being taken in the first place but I was told he has a teleport by now and I have no reason to think they lied about that.

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Okay. ...Are they going to try to kidnap Elaneth-imire, I'm sure it won't work in the long run but he'd find it really frustrating...

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I don't know - it won't necessarily matter that he's consenting, I'd sworn by then never to touch Findekáno without his consent and that didn't help, but if he's insistent enough about wanting to stay - Findekáno was terrified by there suddenly being a dozen more of me around and he wasn't about to start expressing preferences about how they treated him -

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What a mess. Yeah, Elaneth-imire will insist. We Taliars can get very insistent. If there were a dozen more of you why did they kidnap your Findekáno - I'd think alts would tend to cooperate well - actually if there were a dozen more of you why are the interdimensional meddlers like that at all...

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They're not like me. In their Ardas Elves are naturally - exactly how the Valar want them, really really peaceable and virtuous - so the Valar don't even bother meddling - and my alts didn't have to deal with a civil war and they're mostly happily married to their Findekános and they all consider me an embarrassment and want to execute me so they can - avoid reminders - that they turn out like me under less idyllic circumstances.

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That's fucked up, he says. Maybe Elaneth-imire will talk some sense into them while he's arguing his way out of being kidnapped.

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Doubt it. They are talkable into not killing me because they don't have anyone better to run the country - though now that I tried to leave their jurisdiction I don't know if they could be talked down again - but they're never going to get to 'the way I am is, once it's not hurting anyone, an okay way to react to the world I came from'.

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Well. Elaneth-imire will try.

And accomplishing the impossible is sort of what Taliars are for. Accomplishing the impossible, solving problems, fostering safety and health and happiness and cooperation and exaltation.

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It's very annoying, really. I don't know why my alt likes it.

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...what's annoying, exactly?

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The just constantly loudly being what they think everyone should be -

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"I am constantly loudly being what I think I should be," he says. His hand goes to his chest but of course his soul is in Maitimo's pocket. "If 'they' is the Valar, I don't exactly conform flawlessly to their standards and I am glad not to because their standards are insane and their enforcement is unconscionable."

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Oh, did I hurt your feelings?

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"Yes."

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I find you annoying and I hope my alt's not just sappy over the first person to throw himself at his feet.

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He can't help himself; he starts laughing. He's not even sure what's funny. It's just - he loves Maitimo, and Maitimo thinks he's a pest but will be useful for making eidetic memory necklaces and consulting on tactical problems, and maybe this is going to be it forever and honestly it's not nearly as bad as he would've expected, and - it's so bizarre how this Maitimo doesn't know him...

If you want to know what your alt sees in his husband you'll have to ask him.

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Maybe once my kingdom's safe.

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Yeah.

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And he leaves him to the necklaces.

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He makes necklaces. So many necklaces. It's a good thing his soul is the kind that doesn't need to be in his hand to use its active powers.

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He takes two more of them to Esarkan once he has them. 

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"Thank you," says Esarkan. "Those will be useful to have around. Does your alt get one too?"

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"I'd certainly like him to but if you're giving Elaneth-imire one I take it that'll have nearly the same effects. You need either me or him - or, I suppose, again his husband - to transmit the contents of the actual teleport - should I stay around for that, or will you ask them?"

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"Having Dawn-shining Taliar extract the teleport from Shadow-cloaked Nezhefena and then pass it on seems more efficient than asking it of you," says Esarkan. "You have more demands on your time."

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"Oh, he struck me as quite busy." Half a smile. 

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"More productive demands on your time, then," he says, with a faint smile of his own. "Anything else to discuss today?"

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"It was also recommended I pass on to Taliar that I would be tremendously aided by a power of being not magically traceable."

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"I'll mention it. And if he doesn't come up with anything, someone else might."

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"Thank you. Take care." Pop.

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Dawn-shining Taliar puts on an eidetic memory necklace, immediately branches a soul power for eidetic memory from his relevant marital sense, takes off the eidetic memory necklace, and passes it along to his father, who was next on the list to get the teleport. He gets the teleport from Nezhefena and distributes it to Esarkan and Corino. He asks his soul for a power to render the other Maitimo and his planet and his people and so forth all magically untraceable. It isn't immediately obvious whether he's going to get one; he'll just have to wait three days and see.

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Sun-dark Taliar contentedly produces large numbers of magical artifacts very quickly. He passes along some of the minor theoretical advances that his alt happened to mention to him while he was catching up on what he missed.

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Good. He listens to his thoughts all the time but does not acknowledge him otherwise.

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He's in love with Maitimo. Being ignored is kind of hard on him but he has useful important work to do so he's handling it fine; he's just sort of aware in the back of his mind that if he gets less busy he's going to start having emotional problems. He thinks about magical engineering a lot. He's really, really in love with Maitimo. He can see the shape of Maitimo's influence on everything in the kingdom - the architecture, the people, the city planning, the way things are organized - and it feels comfortingly familiar and sort of bittersweet. This state of being is not indefinitely sustainable, but right now he's fine to keep making necklaces and not doing much else, and he is serenely confident that when he starts having trouble he'll figure out how to deal.

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Elsewhere:

Here is a person who, while not apparently a soulbearer, advertises herself almost in the way of one, who would like to speak to Emperor Esarkan.

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Well. Here is a representative.

"Hello," she says. "I am Shadow-cloaked Nezhefena. The Emperor is moderately wary of unexpected visitors given recent events."

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"That's reasonable," says Elspeth, "especially if by recent events you mean Yeerks. My name is Elspeth and I am not nor do I contain a Yeerk."

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"Interesting magic you have there," she says. "Is Yeerk the proper name of the brain slugs? They made a short-lived but very inconvenient attempt to conquer the planet. They weren't especially talkative about it and Dawn-shining Taliar didn't stop to chat before he killed them all."

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"Yes, the Yeerks are the brain slugs. The interdimensional alliance I belong to recently conquered their empire and remanded the population to the custody of a friendly anti-slavery faction of Yeerks. The ones who came through here were the only escapees and we've been trying to find them; they can be very dangerous to unprepared worlds."

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"We managed. The Emperor has been considering sending me to track them to their source, but hasn't done it yet. By what means did you find them?"

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"One of the magic rocks finally turned up with a better teleport-tracking power and finessed the maze they left on their way out." Magic rocks, it magically transpires, are a class of people with powers that are wished into place according to a certain magic system.

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"...I see," she says. "Would you like to declare a lack of intent to conquer Nuime? And then would you like to declare to a lie-detecting soulbearer that your power is as charmingly friendly as it wants me to think?"

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"I don't intend to conquer Nuime and I don't mind describing how friendly my power is to anyone who wants to hear it."

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"Just a moment, then."

She goes. She comes back.

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She is accompanied by a lie-detecting soulbearer! His soul has a lot of things to say about his personality and attributes. And it glows very brightly indeed.

"Dawn-shining Taliar. Hi. What's this about a truth-telling power?"

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"My power is telling the truth! It doesn't let me lie convincingly to anyone who's heard me ever say anything true and I'm not even that good at it to people who haven't. It is not harmless, if I tell the truth too hard it can be damaging, but I don't plan to damage anybody here."

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"For our peace of mind can you demonstrate what you lying sounds like?"

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"Cactuses can fly."

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"All right, she passes, you can put me away. Nice to meet you," he says to Elspeth.

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"You were the one who killed the Yeerks who invaded here?"

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"Yes I was."

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"How did you do that?"

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"Oh, I have a god-slaying power that doesn't mind smaller targets."

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"Do you happen to have a list of them?"

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"Depends what you mean by a list."

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"Names, ideally."

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"I'm afraid they didn't take the time to introduce themselves while they were kidnapping and enslaving my friends and family. Why?"

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"We have resurrection. They wouldn't be a high priority, but it would be useful to have the record of who they were."

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"Oh. That's not a limitation I'm planning to include when I go for general resurrection," he says.

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"Also if they're going to be resurrected we'd like them to be in the jurisdiction of Tide, which is the friendly anti-slavery Yeerk polity."

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"Yes, that seems reasonable. I sure wouldn't want them."

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"Tide can take them. Your magic might have an adjacency limit; a lot of them do. So if you resurrect them instead of us you might need to do it here or near here and then they'd have to be transported to Tide."

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"That sounds pretty manageable, unless mass interdimensional transportation is a lot of trouble for some reason."

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"It's not, we'd just need to know when to pick them up."

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"Well, what's the standard in interdimensional communication?"

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"Crystal balls installed in all intervening worlds. They can process and transmit information. We also have compatibility with several sorts of computer if you have or acquire those."

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"Crystal balls. Sure, okay. I don't suppose you'd like to tell us all about the standards in interdimensional everything, for that matter?"

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"Access to a lot of the fancy stuff is pretty high-trust because if the wrong people get it we have problems like teleporting loyalist Yeerks, but if you just want to know about it I can tell you without further vetting."

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"Oh, yeah, I wasn't expecting handouts, just information."

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So Elspeth explains things! She's good at that! Crystal balls and computers and adjacency and wishes and the Tesseract and Materia and Earths and Ardas -

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"Wait what?"

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"Ardas? There's a lot of them. We think one of them ran away with the Yeerks, actually, but it's much less of a problem than the Yeerks themselves. Have you seen anybody from it?"

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"My husband is from an Arda, he is not in any way connected to the Yeerk invasion, Arda is the reason why I have a god-killing power, do you have any Melkors in need of killing?"

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"Not in known locations. There's one that ran away from the same Arda that disappeared with the Yeerks, but we don't know where he went and unlike Yeerks he's not safe to follow by tracking power. Especially since he may be in Materia or one of its accessory dimensions."

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"Right, well, if you dig up any more please let me know immediately, unless you have a preexisting way to trivially swat them."

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"Only in some neighborhoods. Our only portable solution isn't trivial."

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"And I can hold the continent together afterward, too."

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"Oh, our portable solution doesn't do that part at all, that's great."

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"I'm very convenient!"

And according to his soul, he is also clever, charismatic, wise, resilient, insightful, loyal, determined, competitive, and married. His soul is very forthcoming about these things. If his soul can be believed, it makes for a pretty excellent recommendation.

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"What year is your Arda in and when did you meet it? Is it a Flat Arda?"

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"401, I met it about a year ago, and are there nonflat ones? What are the kinds of Ardas?"

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"There's one nonflat one, where Valinor was a spherical planet and Endorë a different spherical planet and instead of Trees it had actual suns and everything is higher-tech. And there's an evil one where the Ainur are worse than usual and this had cascade effects on the population; that's the one that ran off with the Yeerks. I should fix your Valar as long as I'm nearby, it turns out that if incarnates are explained to them really thoroughly they become much less terrible at everything."

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"What do they get less terrible at? Because the Valar have some weird priorities and I'm not sure I want them more effective at pursuing those," says Taliar.

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"Oh, the Halls become less unpleasant to be in and easier to talk people out of and they become able to understand problems people are having in terms more complicated than 'people are sad' and respond more sensitively to those and they become easier to reason with even for people who aren't me and they develop some concept of incentives. I don't make them more homophobic or anything. I don't make them that much less either, since Eru did actually tell them things and that's one of them and we are pretty sure his deficit is not a matter of not understanding what he's doing in the first place, but they get less disproportionate about it and learn to distinguish between 'stay dead or do this thing' and 'actual consent'."

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"Hmm. I'll ask my husband what he thinks," he says.

Da needs to come back from Independence with an answer about whether or not we can mention that we know them. It's getting to the point where it'll be really awkward to keep concealing our knowledge with true but misleading statements.

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Are they looking trigger happy? If not, just go ahead.

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They aren't looking trigger-happy at all. But if I were them I wouldn't necessarily give Honesty Girl all relevant information. Hmm. My instinct is that she's representing their position accurately, but there's that power of hers potentially interfering...

"You're clear to talk to my Emperor, by the way, and it might be simpler to include him in the conversation," he says to Elspeth.

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"Sure. Where is he?"

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"I'll take you there," says Nezhefena.

Now they are in Esarkan's office.

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Esarkan has been receiving regular updates from Dawn-shining Taliar on all this fascinating new information.

"Hello," he says, looking up from his desk. "What is the stance of your organization with respect to the Arda that ran away with the Yeerks?"

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"Its nickname is Shadow to distinguish it from all the other Ardas," she says helpfully. "It's not actually worse than most planets, it's just much worse than most Ardas in terms of people being antisocial, which isn't really the inhabitants' fault as such but most of them were not directly mind-controlled, just made worse people than they would have been indirectly, so there's no obvious way to act on it not being their fault. At least we're pretty sure now they're not contagious. Shadow really upsets regular Maitimos, who are heavily represented in peal affairs and don't like their Shadow alt 'Midnight' or having to think about him. And there are enough other planets-full-of-mediocre-populations-we-can't-trust-with-heavy-duty-stuff-but-do-want-to-help that it hasn't come to a point where the obvious next priority if not for that would be doing anything much with Shadow. So the strategy lately has been lightly supervised neglect because all the palatable non-neglect options keep turning out to be terrible ideas. Except then it skipped off with a bunch of Imperial loyalist Yeerks and that's a really big deal and we need to find all of those Yeerks."

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"All of those Yeerks are dead and their infrastructure destroyed; the Yeerk daeva children are in the care of the Arda in question, which is known to me as Independence," says Esarkan. "Apart from the Yeerk invasion, which I understand was not under their control, they have been impeccably good neighbours. And it would be relevant to tell Dawn-shining Taliar how your explanations affected their Valar in particular."

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"They didn't bring their Valar," blinks Elspeth. "The Shadow Valar were left floating in vacuum and very confused." (Shadow shall henceforth refer to the world between Aurum and Edda and Materia while Independence shall refer to the planet, her magic helpfully footnotes.) "Uh, we'll want to unsummon the daeva Yeerk children and then have them resummoned by someone working with Tide and brought back there, or maybe to Luster, which is an Arda with a small Yeerk population for irrelevant reasons in a neighborhood that would be easier to set up safely-with-respect-to-daeva. The Shadow Valar had different questions from a standard set but my results were ultimately similar."

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"The relevance lies in the fact that our preexisting neighbouring Arda is another of the same type," Esarkan clarifies.

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Thoughts on having your Valar fixed, my love?

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I suppose if it makes them worse you can always just murder them for me?

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I can!

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"Ah," says Elspeth. "Well, I should fix its Valar anyway and possibly also its Melian if she's still around."

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Shall I tell her she has your permission?

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Certainly.

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"My husband says you may fix our Valar," he says to Elspeth. "I can take you there if that's convenient."

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"Is it one hop from here? If it's farther than that I'd like to know the intervening steps."

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"Yeah, just one."

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"Then sure. Who's your husband?"

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"Maitimo is my husband," he says. And now they are standing at the Valinor-facing end of his covered road across the Helcaraxe. It's stunningly beautiful, all sweeping curves and graceful arches.

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"Where's his Findekáno?"

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"In Nuime, with his family resurrected and his oaths erased."

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"Okay, good. Should I meet you somewhere after I talk to the Valar? It'll take a few hours, Valar start out very confused."

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"You can inquire at the imperial palace in Nuime if that's convenient," he says.

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"Sure."

And she writes a little note to Cam and then teleports to the local Taniquetil and introduces herself and explains things.

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They are pretty much exactly like the Shadow Valar were when Elspeth first spoke to them, except that with the Enemy dead they're more relaxed.

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Meanwhile:

Almost immediately after the unexpected interdimensional visitor arrives, Corino goes to Independence and says he has urgent news for the King.

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Then he can immediately find the King.

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"A representative from the interdimensional meddlers showed up in Nuime asking to speak with the Emperor," he says. "Esarkan would like to know if we have your permission to admit we've met you. If it comes up unavoidably before I return with an answer he's planning to consult Tivarante Maitimo."

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"I expect it to be unavoidable. Any sense of their inclinations? Are they being friendly?"

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"They're being friendly to Nuime; how friendly they feel about you wasn't clear as of my departure, but I could go back and check. There's a day and a half left before my son either comes up with an untraceability power or doesn't. Besides waiting for that, and Esarkan making it clear that he considers you a neighbour and ally, what can we do to help you?"

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"Their preferred method of permanently killing Elves is to put them in a black hole, which Taliar could probably undo if he pleased; they have others which I doubt he could counter."

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"Others such as?"

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This is the Tesseract, with which Loki smears the Valar across the cosmos. He sends it.

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"I acknowledge that my son might have a little trouble with that one," says Corino. "Esarkan can send soulbearers with protective powers if you'd like some." If all such methods of extremely aggressive murder would require Maitimo to be removed from this universe against his will, protective soulbearers can almost certainly prevent that; it's been tested.

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"I trust his judgment. If he thinks they're murderously inclined I'd appreciate protection; if he thinks they're trying to stay on friendly terms then he need not expend lots of resources conspicuously protecting against trouble unlikely to happen."

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Corino nods. "I'll pass that along."

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At this time a nondescript human appears at the door of the palace and knocks.

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They are invited in. How can Independence help them?

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They're a representative of Tide, a non-enslaving-people polity of Yeerks, and would like to be introduced to the daeva Yeerks' summoner or summoners and be told all the daeva Yeerks' names so that the children can be taken elsewhere. They would also like a list of the dead Yeerks if one is available.

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The Yeerks lived separately and they don't have a list. They'll ask the daeva Yeerks if they would like to be taken to Tide; they expect that'll be a yes.

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If any of the computer systems are still intact it may be possible to extract a list. The daeva Yeerks are all children too small to have ever taken hosts and learned things that way, and while Yeerks can in fact fend for themselves without parenting it is really not a good idea to have them grow up without any adults in the pool with them, they may already have pulsecoding deficits and nobody knows how having been summoned and gotten a non-pulse language that way will affect it; they appreciate the sentiment of asking the children but there is a serious child welfare concern here.

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Some adults are more than welcome to come live in the pool here if the presence of adults is essential to the wellbeing of the children and the children decline to move.

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Tide is kind of stretched thin and does not have trustworthy role models handy to export for this purpose. Aren't Elves supposed to care about kids going with their relatives or something.

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These kids don't have relatives, everyone in their society is dead, and Elves don't have any particular opinion that being raised by your own species is so essential as to override personal choice.

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The kids are weeks old and have language deficits and just because they don't have parents doesn't mean they don't have aunts/uncles/cousins.

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Who are all dead. They can arrange immediate resurrection?

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They have living aunts and uncles and cousins. In Tide. Yeerks have very large extended families and scatter around. The Visser who ran off with all of these Yeerks was Sovereign Ristrell's sibling. This very Yeerk talking to them right now is second cousin once removed to the daeva babies.

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...okay, in that case they can have the kids.

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Good. The representative goes off to talk to the summoner and get the kids explained-to and unsummoned.

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They are happy to help. 

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By this point Corino has been to Nuime and back and can update Maitimo on the peal's attitude toward Independence.

"Not particularly murderous, it seems," he says, bouncing Dawn-shining Taliar's memories of the conversation.

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"Then we should be fine. Thank you for alerting us."

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"You're very welcome," he says. "While I'm here, do you mind if I say hello to my son?"

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"Not at all. I think he's downstairs." He sends the location.

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"Thank you."

He goes downstairs.

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Where his son is just finishing up another necklace.

"...What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

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Hug.

"It is now. The peal showed up, and Esarkan sent me to warn the King, but it looks like they're not interested in further intervention here."

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"Oh good." Hug. "Anybody try to rescue Dawn-shining?"

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"Not that he saw fit to mention."

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He laughs.

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"Are you doing all right?"

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He raises his eyebrows. "What would you do if I said no?"

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(That means: you should know better than to think I'd interfere in your life without your approval, and I know better than to think I'd have your approval to interfere, however badly you were doing.)

"Love you," he says, hugging his father again. "I'm doing fine. Lots of magical engineering. A little less theory work than I'd like, and it's going to get lonely sooner or later, but I'm all right for now."

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"Good. Enjoy your engineering," he says. "I'd better be going."

And another hug and off he pops.

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Elspeth appears at the palace again a few hours later.

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"Hello! You must be Elspeth. How did the fixing of the Valar go?"

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"As usual. They'll run Valinor better now, it seems they were already pretty irrelevant to the rest of the world."

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"Yes, they were. So will you now set up your preferred means of interdimensional communication here?"

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"I'm not the person who installs those, but someone will be by to do that if you don't object."

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"We don't object at all. We're very interested in further contact with the multiverse at large."

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"Do you happen to know if Independence will want its hookup fixed too?"

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"I don't happen to know that, but I can pass on the question if you like."