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[She has come this close, time and again to just telling him only to be derailed each time by what she considers to be the most inane of idiocies she has ever come across. How he can not know even after all of her hints, all her points--good points too--, after, by her mother the moon, all her sarcasm even alone? Who else would the star be? Really. But it does not occur to Yvaine that in some worlds she is nothing but a pitted space rock, or a wave of starshine that glimmers in a breeze and then disappears forever, scattered. For all that she knows, it is simply the truth that she is a star, has always been, and has until recent days been easily recognized.

Exasperation incarnate, she points at him, begins something like 'You---' but stops, rolls her eyes and turns away, half giving up again as she starts to limp off...also again. ]