The End


                                "The opposite of love is not hate
                                 -- it is indifference"



Things were never quite the same after Sylia was killed.

She was, of course, the binding force within the group. It was
nonetheless a bit surprising to discover the extent to which
this applied. It went much further than my naive concept of
leadership, and even friendship. I realize now why it was not
with sadness, but rather a numbing lack of empathy that I
had grieved her loss. It was a numbness that somehow affected
all of us, and which slowly disappeared as we drew apart.

I saw Priss on the street the other day. She passed next to me,
but we pretended not to know each other.


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