[The Sixth part of him, the born and bred academic and Master Warden of the Library is absolutely reeling. Not a single person here has listened to him prattle on about the Sixth and responded with anything besides "that's strange," and here she has a fucking infographic that she just made. Not filled in, but he supposes that isn't the point; she knows where the shapes go.
That the Emperor is a liar and a chronic manipulator hasn't surprised Palamedes in the slightest; that there could be people here, in Trench, from a pre-Resurrection society, on the other hand— he bites the inside of his cheek hard, torn between the thrill of discovery and the self-directed irritation that it didn't occur to him sooner.]
I'm from a sealed-in cake tin on a rock that melts bones, hardly viable; the First has water. [Idle, like, of course conditions on the other planets are all kind of trash compared to the one that has water. Not that anyone lives there anymore.] They're numbered in resurrection order.
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That the Emperor is a liar and a chronic manipulator hasn't surprised Palamedes in the slightest; that there could be people here, in Trench, from a pre-Resurrection society, on the other hand— he bites the inside of his cheek hard, torn between the thrill of discovery and the self-directed irritation that it didn't occur to him sooner.]
I'm from a sealed-in cake tin on a rock that melts bones, hardly viable; the First has water. [Idle, like, of course conditions on the other planets are all kind of trash compared to the one that has water. Not that anyone lives there anymore.] They're numbered in resurrection order.