"It's a bit more accurate to say that she's been me, but..." Zahra stares into the distance, contemplative. It's hard to say. Brief flashes of completeness, nearly-shattered wholeness, hundreds of moments of near-being; it was all difficult to keep track of.

The moment that it all crystallized, though... "A bit more than two years ago, after the finals at Alcatraz." They touch their lips, smiling. "When she kissed me."