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Defence closing statement verbatim for an hour.

Trial section is very skippable, it's all covered in Berendt's book--but without the narrative interest of following the characters about town.

It is said that names can sometimes impact us negatively when they run against our character. My tribes believes that a name that matches our personality helps us feel lighter and stronger. Conversely, a wrong name can weigh us down and make us weak.

having the worst allergies of my life and reading Murderbot has me doing my best not to say "I'm leaking" in normal conversations

The internal logic though--if these people remember her laolao's restaurant and the food there, they ate it. If the food is such a cure, then would they have not already been served the dish that fixes a life-long trouble? Was Qiao just like 'i'll help everyone except older shen'?

This would make such a charming little indie game. Returning to the old neighbourhood, moments of unexpected magic, meeting the neighbours (NPCs) and figuring out the right reciped for them, the colourful transformation as the street comes alive again.

But it's a book so I have to read about how watching a man eat is getting Natalie hot and bothered.

It would have been funny: his aunt, blindfolded, reaching for the elephant of Tennal's inadequacies, catching the trunk, and deciding how to kill a snake. But it wasn't funny.

"I'm a good pilot because I trained!" Istara said. "You might be able to pull your mind out by its seams, apparently, but you don't know the first thing about physics."

"I know a bit. Stop that, Lieutenant," Tennal said aloud to Surit, whom he could feel in Tennal's head uncovering scant knowledge of physics and looking at it in some alarm.

..Tennal leaned over his shoulder and said, "That's not how you take your coffee."
"What?"
"You've put enough milk powder in this to clog a drain. That's how I take my coffee," Tennal said. He picked up the cup and examined it. "You take it black." The smell was sweeter than it should be, now that Surit came to think of it, but another whisper told him he'd always had coffee that way.

The tension between them was like they were both leaning on opposite sides of the same door.

"You should hire out your moral consulting services. Get a logo."

"I'll consider it," Surit said gravely. The dignity of the moment was somewhat spoiled by his one bare foot.

To be fair, part of him regretted it immediately. That part had listened when Zin had exasperatedly told him that making bad choices wasn't a personality trait. Unfortunately, that part was being carried along as a passenger by the majority of Tennal...

"It's not fair for goats to be in space, sir," Surit said. "They don't know which way is up."

Tennal has fucked up.

...Tennal had found there were very few things you couldn't do if you didn't care about fucking up.