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And
Jessica
thought
:
What
do
we
really
know
of
how
such
a
one
thinks
.
.
.
out
of
her
unique
experiences
and
training
and
ancestry
?
“
Just
when
I
felt
safe
and
reassured
,
”
Alia
said
,
“
there
was
another
spark
with
us
.
.
.
and
everything
was
happening
at
once
.
The
other
spark
was
the
old
Reverend
Mother
.
She
was
.
.
.
trading
lives
with
my
mother
.
.
.
everything
.
.
.
and
I
was
there
with
them
,
seeing
it
all
.
.
.
everything
.
And
it
was
over
,
and
I
was
them
and
all
the
others
and
myself
.
.
.
only
it
took
me
a
long
time
to
find
myself
again
.
There
were
so
many
others
.
”
“
It
was
a
cruel
thing
,
”
Jessica
said
.
“
No
being
should
wake
into
consciousness
thus
.
The
wonder
of
it
is
you
could
accept
all
that
happened
to
you
.
”
“
I
couldn
’
t
do
anything
else
!
”
Alia
said
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
how
to
reject
or
hide
my
consciousness
.
.
.
or
shut
it
off
.
.
.
everything
just
happened
.
.
.
everything
.
.
.
.
”
“
We
didn
’
t
know
,
”
Harah
murmured
.
“
When
we
gave
your
mother
the
Water
to
change
,
we
didn
’
t
know
you
existed
within
her
.
”
“
Don
’
t
be
sad
about
it
,
Harah
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
I
shouldn
’
t
feel
sorry
for
myself
.
After
all
,
there
’
s
cause
for
happiness
here
:
I
’
m
a
Reverend
Mother
.
The
tribe
has
two
Rev
.
.
.
.
”
She
broke
off
,
tipping
her
head
to
listen
.
Harah
rocked
back
on
her
heels
against
the
sitting
cushion
,
stared
at
Alia
,
bringing
her
attention
then
up
to
Jessica
’
s
face
.
