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"Now we're finding out that we're not made up of the dominant form of energy in the universe."
Warning: Minimal hint of improper behavior between former bandmates. If you've read this far, you no longer care. Or if you care...it's a 'positive' kind of caring.
"That was for somethin' else," Neal said into the silence Siarion left behind.
"You said that before," Jon said. "About the thing that marked your house." The Ender, he thought, but he didn't want to say it. It wanted to see what it could get away with. "Was it her, you think?"
"Yeah," Steve said softly. They turned at the sound of his voice. "It was her. I don't know how I know a lot of things, right now. But it was her, this time."
Neal glanced around again like he was waiting for someone else to appear. Then he said, "Whose benefit was it for?"
Steve just looked at him.
"Come on," Neal said, gesturing at the spot Siarion had been standing in. "'It's the Inverse I can't do anything about'?  That was a warning if ever I heard one." He looked at Jon. "Askin' you if you'd see reason. Like you had somethin' to say about them takin' him." He pointed at Steve, who dropped his eyes. "When you go back to yourself?"
Jon thought again about Siarion's earlier comment, about how she would know if it was like him to hide or not.
"She's either throwin' genuine hints, or she's throwin' us off the trail," Neal said. "Goddamnit, what was that!"
"She said the namers were right to shove you guys," Jon said. "'Least, that's what it sounded like, like she was talking to you two. I guess...you have some sort of confirmation, there. If you want it."
Neal wanted to ask him what the hell that was supposed to mean, but there wasn't room. "Grandstanding," he said instead. "Fuckin' grandstanding. Word games."
"What you were saying," Jon said to Steve, keeping his tone of voice level, "about the Er Rai. Like it wasn't you. What'd you mean, yesterday, about him bein' pissed?"
"Like she said," Steve replied. "it's me, but it hasn't happened to us yet."
"If we had time," Jon said softly, "I'd let it go."
Steve nodded. Then he walked away.
Jon looked at Neal for a long, steady moment. Then he went after Steve, alone.
The singer was out in the yard, staring off at nothing, trying to reorder thoughts that didn't seem like his own anymore. Trying to be himself and failing. He'd seen too many other selves. Too many other failures.
Jon stood with him for a long moment, respecting the space this time, not wanting to startle him. "You're not gonna hurt us," he said.
"Anyone's a span of time from devil or saint," Steve said distantly. "It's all circumstance and time."
"Then you're discounting free will, and ingrained character flaw," Jon said. "You can't really--"
"Jon," Steve said softly, shaking his head without looking at the other man. "Don't argue human nature with me.  And I'll do it again and go on doing it. Like she said."
"In other lines," Jon said.
"In this one," Steve said. "I can't figure out what went wrong, why there's so many versions of this one line. Normally the whole thing is like a web, lines intersect when decisions have been made that create their own lines. It looks like...our part, or line, looks like it does when you walk through a spider web. All disrupted. Or maybe that's just the way I see it."
Jon looked away. He wanted it all to make sense. He'd wanted a simple answer just this once, something they could do to force the namers to leave them alone. He'd known better, but he'd hoped for it anyway. They were looking for the exact start of everything that was happening to them because they were linear, because they thought and lived in straight lines. "What went wrong...might not have happened yet," he said.
"You're acting like everything's predestined," Jon said. "If you do that, you won't see anything else, you won't see ways to change it. You know better."
Steve shrugged, then shifted gears, knowing they weren't getting anywhere. He told Jon about changing form, how difficult it'd been and why he thought that was.
"Maybe your body doesn't'remember' the hip that well yet," Jon said. "It's a lot like muscle memory. When we learn a physical skill, our muscles remember most of the moves involved and the motions are easier. That's where the saying 'like riding a bicycle' came from. Once you learn how to do it, your body always remembers how to balance and pedal at the same time."
"Gonna take me awhile," Steve said.
"Hopefully you won't need the bird again," Jon said. "But at least you know...it's there if you really need it."
There was something else underneath the words, something Jon didn't need to say.
"And on the bright side," Steve said, "I don't have a steel plate in my head."
Jon looked at him for a moment. Then he began to grin, unable to hold it back. "I could say somethin'," he said.
"Yeah," Steve said. "I bet you could."
"You're okay here, with us," Jon said, sobering. "you're not gonna hurt us. And it's not like we would let you, if you tried. You saw too much stuff, and I think you picked out things you could really beat yourself up about. There had to be more. Things that turned out right. I'll bet there are, if you look."
Steve nodded a little. "I'll...look," he said.
"Is that distant version of you lookin' for us?" Jon said.
Steve nodded again. "I think he is. I think a lot of...a lot of things are. I don't remember it all, it was too much time. But it feels right, to say that. That he...I...had a long time to be angry." He paused. "I don't get it, that this part of the line is changed, but he's still around. I don't get it that there's more than one Er Rai when there should only be one."
"We don't get a lot of stuff," Jon said. "Looking at too much might end up steerin' us wrong."
Steve shrugged again. "It's because the line is doin' that spider web thing, like I said. But I don't know. I don't know if he'll ever find us, or what we could do about it. All I know is, we gotta keep the Ender off us. For now." He paused. "Jon...who are you?"
Some other time, the question might have surprised or confused Jon. But he felt it was fair. "Who I've always been," he said. "It probably means different things to different people."
"I didn't see anything about you, but that you were only in one line," Steve said. "That's it, just that there's only one you, no matter what decisions you make or how many times the line splits. There's only you."
"Yesterday, when Neal asked you what happened to all the versions of you," Jon said, "he wanted to know if they'd been killed off. You said they had, by that kid. Do you know that?"
Steve hesitated. Jon said, "I won't tell Neal unless I have to."
Steve nodded. "That kid, he...he's been looking for me. He's been killin' me through the lines. And then he catches up with this version of me, the version that's the Er Rai, and he shoots Neal in front of me and asks me how it feels."
Something caught in the