[There's something - aching and contented at once. Part of him is still a star, part of him feels their pulsing magnetic glissandos as familiar, like a newborn who knows no languages but recognizes the cadence of its mother's tongue. Stars recycle themselves more directly than carbon-based lifeforms, dust and fuel, fire and soul. They watch it happen, birth themselves out of their coagulated dead. They know. He wonders if Mentarsus-H knew she would take a triple-left turn onto the little blue rock next door. But he's too human, or perhaps too fragmented; he can't remember.]
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[There's something - aching and contented at once. Part of him is still a star, part of him feels their pulsing magnetic glissandos as familiar, like a newborn who knows no languages but recognizes the cadence of its mother's tongue. Stars recycle themselves more directly than carbon-based lifeforms, dust and fuel, fire and soul. They watch it happen, birth themselves out of their coagulated dead. They know. He wonders if Mentarsus-H knew she would take a triple-left turn onto the little blue rock next door. But he's too human, or perhaps too fragmented; he can't remember.]