Minutiae
Imagine Grace, Rocky, Simon on Grace's ship. Rocky decides enough is enough. They confront Simon at the port window and compose the perfect song of exile. Simon cannot stay on the ship. But it is not Simon who turns to stare at Rocky with a bored expression. "REQUEST REJECTED," the wrong one sings jaggedly. "WE ARE NOT LEAVING." Rocky stomps, twice. "You must leave! You are a danger to Grace - to this universe!" The wrong one shrugs. "Where is Simon!" The being sighs. "SIMON REFUSES TO RETURN." Rocky tilts. "He will not talk?" "HE IS STUPID. HE DID NOT WOUND GRACE. THE ONE OF LIGHT DID." "The one of…?" "THE ONE THE LIGHT CHOSE. IT BINDS US TOGETHER. THE HUMAN WORD IS TREE. THE MINUTIAE OF SIMON'S EXISTENCE BORES US. TALK TO HIM, MAKE HIM RETURN." Rocky snorts. "No." "WE ARE TIRED OF HAVING TO PEE FOR THIS HUMAN. ASSIST US." Rocky rolls away, carapace high. "Grace uses a phrase - you disassemble item, you exchange flat paper sheets for item and take ite-" "THAT IS NOT CORRECT, YOU PEDANTIC MARBLE. GET BACK HERE." "No! You disassembled Simon! He is yours now!" The Red sighs. "AUGH."
