"We'll have to write one, I guess. For the future additions to the peal of Bells and the - lack of a convenient collective noun of Adarins."

"We should try to think of one. A nice convenient noun for - the male member of the duo that wants to change the world in a logical and reasonable fashion."

"Zevros comes in female. Several times over. We don't know if our own templates are unisex. We aren't all the same coloration or species, we know that."

"... True. That - would be weird. Seeing myself as a woman."

"And vice-versa for me, but we can't rule it out, can we?"

"I suppose not. I think I'll just be confused meeting a female version of me. And then we'll compare our math and see if things are accurate and move on, I suppose."

"I wonder if different-gender versions of templates sound the same to the Pantheon gods. Maybe Zevros should go talk to one and check."

"He should. If he ever stops pouting about his alts all being women."

"There would be other clues, I suppose, even without divine confirmation. But the divine confirmation is a nice clincher."

"Yeah. When we're not - perfect carbon copies of each other, anyway."

"It's funny, Prime and Cypress don't act unusually similar compared to you with either of them - Max I haven't seen enough of to know, I guess - but they have more ostensibly in common, history-wise."

"I think it's got something to do with the time difference between them. Or he's - mysteriously got Cypress's name and is not our alt, we haven't exactly checked yet."

"I thought Rae checked. I guess I was just assuming."

"We're pretty sure he's one of us, just - with five hundred years tacked on. But occasionally I worry I'll be that bitter and standoffish, so I try to distance myself from him a bit."

"The irony has not escaped me, I am aware."

Iobel giggles.

"I mean, the - constant sarcasm is hilarious, narcissistic as that sounds, but the lack of filter for it... Somewhat concerning."

"I suppose Spring's not nearly as old as Prime, but I find her - reassuring about how I'll develop over time."

"I look forward to my future days as a sarcastic, bitter old man," says Edarial, dryly.

"Maybe it doesn't count if you don't age normally."

"Maybe. Then I'll be a sarcastic and bitter young man."

"Is being sarcastic and bitter that much fun?"

"The sarcasm is, the bitterness I have less experience with but I will guess it's a 'no.'"

"Suppose there's any way to alleviate the oncoming bitterness, then?"