"No," I say patient. "I'm asking what decides all the bits of you that the thing from the tower didn't bother with, or that Wanda maybe didn't think of. Sure there was plenty of details about whiskey and poetry and roses and how it is t'lie with you already set out, fine," and I wave a hand in dismissal. "And grant you get sick as any other human might, as near enough to all of them do one time or another. But what of the rest? What decides if you care for a meal she's never even heard of, the sound of an instrument she's never seen?"
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Date: 2013-09-24 11:14 pm (UTC)