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David flew and whirled, watching in the void.
No, that was wrong. David was a thing of bones and meat and fear and despair.
It was a thing of sensation. A fleeting feeling in the endless dark, a spark of hope in the void, a resilience against torment. A sunbeam in the rain.
David was himself no more.
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Riyo sat in the back of the car, the thing-that-was-not-a-driver at the wheel.
That was right, she felt. She was Riyo, she was herself. A different self, a changed self, but herself.
Riyo was no longer yearning for a soft touch from a ghost, no longer the spark of hope at an unknown number, an absurd resistance against the truth.
Riyo was herself again.