![]() But I do know that, though I can see hints of the potential split going back a thousand years or more, that’s only hindsight. Or is anyone’s identity a matter of fragments held together by convenient or useful narrative, that in ordinary circumstances never reveals itself as a fiction? Or is it really a fiction? I don’t know the answer. Did the singing contribute, the thing that made One Esk different from all other units on the ship, indeed in the fleets? Perhaps. But when I look closer I seem to see cracks everywhere. ![]() But how did it go from potential to real, incontrovertible, irrevocable? On one level the answer is simple-it happened when all of Justice of Toren but me was destroyed. That division, I–Justice of Toren and I–One Esk, was not, I have come to think, a sudden split, not an instant before which “I” was one and after which “I” was “we.” It was something that had always been possible, always potential. ![]() Nearly twenty years later “I” would be a single body, a single brain. A unit might be very focused on what it was doing at that particular moment, but it was no more apart from “me” than my hand is while it’s engaged in a task that doesn’t require my full attention. ![]() “It seems very straightforward when I say “I.” At the time, “I” meant Justice of Toren, the whole ship and all its ancillaries. ![]()
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