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"No... I think I'm good." Cuicatl just grunted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So Starr didn’t want to talk about it. That was okay. “Watch a match? Well, not watch... observe? If you could narrate that would be nice. Cuicatl liked competitive matches back home.” Why did she say Cuicatl there? Instinct? It seemed... true. You could probably strategize if you had to, but...

“Hmph. Yeah. Fine. This isn’t new.” Her voice was as monotone as a zwelious’s could get. For a moment Val thought Cuicatl was going to leave it at that. “Heard your dead sucked. Welcome to the club.” She paused. “No, that’s... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be...” Some emotion was gradually creeping...

Something shifted in Cuicatl's mind. Strength. She liked being praised for that, but it seemed to do less for Val. Hmm. Maybe not as clear-cut a divide as she'd first thought. "Thank you," she said for both of them. "I'll keep the therapy in mind." She'll ask Cuicatl about it. Cuicatl will say...

"'m Cuicatl," the first, functional head mumbled. "And I'm Val! I guess we're meeting for the first time, huh? Sort of. I mean, I remember everything about you that she does... I think?" Nothing seemed missing? Maybe something obscure like-- She reached for the memories Ren had passed on. She...

The air is far too thick; it almost hurts to breathe. Loud buzzing and the sound of Cuicatl stirred. Her mind felt fine. Better than fine. Like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. There was just something straining against her neck -- oh. She wasn't Cuicatl. Valentina...

“Valentina?” It was a name from some awful romance show that her brother had enjoyed. She had no idea why that of all things was the first thing to come to mind.

“Yeah, I...” She didn’t like speaking under the pressure. The psychic could read her thoughts, anyway. Truth be told, she’d felt this before, if rarely. Sometimes she’d push Ren far enough that he’d keep her mind in a cage, shutting down her access to the outside world. {So now we split it?}

“Here? Then Astrid and,” she did have to say Starr, didn’t she? She was the one who agreed to be here during this shit. “Starr.”

Left or right? It was almost a let down after the intensity of the last question. “Right, I guess.” She had been right handed when she had hands. There wasn’t more to it than that.

“Um.” Oh, gods. Why did the first question have to be about food choice... and why did Starr have to be here? She had to answer honestly or else her brain would be even more broken, but... ugh. Why why why why. “If I deserve one or not.”

“Yeah, mind splitting does sound a little frightening. I can, um... just let me...” She started to hum. Her new vocal cords were bizarre enough that she couldn’t properly sing, but she could at least do that. Sort of. She got lost in the song as much as she could until she wasn’t quite as...

“I think they’re going to break my mind in two minds. One part will be in the other head. They’ll merge again when I evolve. I think? Can’t quite remember all the details.”

Cuicatl would be staring into the wall if she could stare at things. As it was her head was drooped down on the floor, her belly splayed out behind it. Getting her brain broken sounded a lot less terrifying when it wasn’t about to happen now. “I’m nervous,” she muttered to Starr or the gods or...