Dealing with Kara is precarious; balancing scales, weighing the possibility of flight against the possibilities contained in the human heart. The thing about Kara is that she is a bad liar, except when she isn't, and so you will learn to take her at face-value, instant by receding instant. When Kara says you don't mean anything to her, you don't mean anything to her -- now.
Kara is capable of subterfuge, but not in the present. She can rewrite or otherwise camouflage her past; she can change the emotions, if not the facts. And she can change the future. In the future, it is entirely possible -- in fact, it is likely -- that she will vault over your mangled corpse on her way out the door. At some distance, you will be a story, and as such will only have such power as stories bear on those who choose whether or not to relate them.
But that has no relevance now.
When Kara kisses you, that is now. You believe her. Why not? Neither of you is quite the same, after all, even from moment to moment; although you hold to the same properties, like a candle flame, your delimitations in fact are in constant flux. Now-Kara is all, and so you, now-Leoben, are the same --
And yet not the same.
Those rare occasions when she speaks either of past or of future are the only times when she is not there with you.
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Dealing with Kara is precarious; balancing scales, weighing the possibility of flight against the possibilities contained in the human heart. The thing about Kara is that she is a bad liar, except when she isn't, and so you will learn to take her at face-value, instant by receding instant. When Kara says you don't mean anything to her, you don't mean anything to her -- now.
Kara is capable of subterfuge, but not in the present. She can rewrite or otherwise camouflage her past; she can change the emotions, if not the facts. And she can change the future. In the future, it is entirely possible -- in fact, it is likely -- that she will vault over your mangled corpse on her way out the door. At some distance, you will be a story, and as such will only have such power as stories bear on those who choose whether or not to relate them.
But that has no relevance now.
When Kara kisses you, that is now. You believe her. Why not? Neither of you is quite the same, after all, even from moment to moment; although you hold to the same properties, like a candle flame, your delimitations in fact are in constant flux. Now-Kara is all, and so you, now-Leoben, are the same --
And yet not the same.
Those rare occasions when she speaks either of past or of future are the only times when she is not there with you.