Ur-Im writhed awakening from his stupor reaching out in all directions. She Who Remembers reached back held and he relaxed, returning to his previous state.
He was struggling to reconstruct himself with existing memories, to store, to remember who he was. the influx of foreign matter, of foreign memory, Of a foreign sense of self infested him. And as she watched, as she cared, he rested.
Through the entry to the over-pod one entered. He who would be He Who Flies. She does not understand this thought. But she sees he is bringing a shard from she who nurtures. Is it from a friend? A companion? Will it help? She does not know, but she hands the shard to Ur-Im regardless. And he awakens. Calm, but no thought of sens comes from his direction.
Then, Pod, enemy, death.
He needed the pod of the dead one, of the enemy that brought him to this state. And he had earned it. It would be his contributions from the war, there would be nothing else for him to take. But it was needed and it would be brought over. She sent the Request to He Who Flies.
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I twist I turn, around me memories. But I do not know who I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to be. I am a sea-mind, a warrior. But that is not me, I am not that, I am different, I can walk I do not swim. But I do not have legs. I do not have a role.
I toss and turn as I get glimpses of being a role, of being complete, with a purpose, and of the end... I remember my end, inflicted upon myself I cannot enter stupor. I cannot truly rest. A shard is given to me. It has memories, it has roles. He's She's and roles I did not understand. A place my enemy was, who he was. And while he was more than that, he gave me so much more than that, I know what roles and memories he might have held. But to truly put him to rest, I need to understand what is him, and what is me. I feel the inside of my pod, but the memories inside are too unlike that of those regulated by the roles. And the communications are too simple to be my own.
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I reach out, and surprisingly someone responds, I need the dead one's pod, his self. Or else I will lose my own.
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She accepted the shard, she handed it to its recipient, and she returned to him a bank shard to give back. She needed him to deliver an enemy's pod. One earned form achievement by this Ur-Im. He did not know if he should do so. But then he thought about the sending.
Return the pod here, He Who Flies. And if that was what he who flies done, he had found the role he was seeking, or at the very least part of it. He took the shard and was off.
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Zur was afraid. Zur knew this, Zur had been who he had been because of fear. The shard form She Who Nurtures depicted roles. Or types of roles, beings who he could be. But first Zur Would Not Cause Harm. Though it was not Zur's role, it was to be part of his place.
Still there was much to examine. He Who Flies brought him this shard, though he did not have to. Zur made sure that He Who Flies, had food while he slept before he too had to go into stupor.
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I am awake, I have separated his memories from my own, I am awake, I am aware, I am me again. At least according to myself. But despite being able to read his memories, and having access to his pod. And yet, despite this entire experience my communication is still messed up. And I still can't swim without a glider. Never have I been this frustrated.