# Document — Anothen/.gemini/tmp/apps/tool-outputs/session-2834ac85-277d-41eb-9df1-483069fa296b/run_shell_command_run_shell_command_1773303615929_0_dutgz.txt
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"output": "Output: ed looks. Mya, holding Roland, heads toward the door. Adrianna says, “I love you!” Mya says, “I love you too,” and then out the door she goes. Ulgwa moves quickly through the trees back to his tent. Roland is cooing and pointing up into the trees, oblivious to his surroundings. Coming up on the tent, Mya notices how it’s been staked to the ground every six inches and wrapped in a net of some sort or other. (Net made of some uber-tough animal gut, wraps the tent on all sides and the top. The side of the tent where the door is, the net over-laps the door and then some, and is fastened by a triple pole that basically weaves the netting overlap together.) Ulgwa opens the tent for her and she goes in. Lain sees her, breaks free from Kezhenie and hobbles quickly to her, nearly knocking her over and causing her to nearly lose hold of Roland. “Mya!” he cries with a terrible lisp as though he had cotton in his mouth, and raspy voice. “Please, we can’t stay here. Please let’s go home. Please let’s go home.” Mya holds him close while he sobs into her side, covering her in drool and blood. He’s trembling, shaking all over. Mya kneels down, “Oh no! Oh Lainy, what did they do?” “Mya, we can’t stay here. We have to leave.” Mya goes to hug him, but he cries out in pain. “We have to leave! Please we have to leave.” Mya says, “We can’t leave. I’m so sorry, honey. Oh. Oh…I’m so sorry.” She begins crying, petting his hair. He whispers, “We have to leave. I want mama. Where’s mama?” Mya cries, pets his hair, staring blankly at Kezhenie. Mindlessly she says, “It’s all going to be ok.” Her voice is flat. “It’s all going to be ok.” Ulgwa stands nearby, fiddling with a string, staring at the floor, feeling dead inside. Kezhenie grabs him by the face and forces his head up, trying to look him in the eye. Ulgwa will not look up, staring at her chin. “Ulgwa, we must bring him to my tent quickly. I can prevent much of the scarring, but it must happen right now, and I cannot focus here.” He doesn’t respond. She shakes him. “Ulgwa! I cannot carry him and he cannot walk. You must take him to my tent, very, very gently.” Ulgwa glances up at her. She says, “You must do this thing.” He nods. Kezhenie turns to Mya. “I will help him. I need to get him to my tent. Tell him we must take him to my tent.” Mya doesn’t understand. Kezhenie says, “Medicine…uh,” she points at Lain then at the tent door and says, “Mama?” Mya’s eyes show she gets it. Kezhenie points at Ulgwa, points at Lain and then makes the rocking motion Mya made when showing she needed to go and get Roland. “Ulgwa will carry the boy.” Mya looks confused. Kezhenie points at Ulgwa. “Ulgwa.” She points at herself and says, “Kezhenie,” then at Ulgwa. “Ulgwa. Ulgwa carry,” she makes the motion of rocking the baby, “to my tent.” Mya looks confused. Kezhenie says, “Uh, ‘mama’,” and points out the door. Mya looks like she sort of gets it. Kezhenie nods to Ulgwa, who goes to Lain to pick him up. Lain freaks out, screaming, “No! No!” Mya looks at Kezhenie fearfully and steps between him and Ulgwa, who stops. Lain says, “He pushed me. Please don’t let him touch me.” Mya says, “Ok, honey. Ok. Oh Lain, I’m so sorry this happened.” She turns back to Kezhenie and shakes her head no. Kezhenie frowns, wishing she spoke Kaerick or that this human girl spoke more Zhandugheen . Mya reaches around her brother’s waist, pulls his hand around her shoulder. He cries out, “Ow. You’re hurting me.” She lets him go, kneels down and looks into his swollen eyes telling him, “I know it hurts. I’m just going to help you to mama’s tent. I think it’s the only way to keep Ulgwa from taking you. You have to let me, ok?” Lain nods reluctantly. “Hold onto me. I’ll walk you to her tent. Here we go.” Lain nods. Mya looks up at Kezhenie, tears on her cheeks and defiance in her eyes. Kezhenie gets it. Kezhenie, trembling head to foot, tears streaming down her face, stands in front of Ulgwa who cannot look at her. The depth of his shame is palpable. Kezhenie says, “I don’t know what to say. I cannot find words… I have no one else to turn to. I cannot have them all in my tent while I heal or I could make things worse. I need you to take care of the children. You must… I beg of you, I beg of you, do not allow this to happen again.” Ulgwa nods. Kezhenie shakes him. “I beg you.” He nods. Kezhenie turns to the door and holds it open for Mya. Mya says to the girls on the bed, “Lainy and I have to go now.” Denelle and Yenna begin crying. Yenna says, “Don’t leave us! Are you leaving us?! You can’t leave us! Not with him! Don’t leave us!” Kezhenie sees this can only get worse, not better, and gently (and then not so gently) prods Mya out the door. Mya calls out over her shoulder, “It will be ok! I’m sorry!” Kezhenie shuts the door, and the screaming of the girls pleading for their sister not to leave them alone with the monster dims only with distance as they See, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Ulgwa is in a tree outside his tent. Inside the tent he can hear roaring, the children screaming, and things breaking. He feels deep seated guilt, but is more afraid of what his friends will think if he interferes. The screaming continues, and his guilt drives him forward toward the tent. Something heavy hits the side of the tent and the sound of meaty thumping. Trembling with fear, he creeps close to peek inside. He pulls the tent flap back and looks around the corner. A Zhandugheen male is beating Yenna in the stomach with a club, blood is scattered about the tent. The man turns his head and Ulgwa shouts, ‘OH!’ out with shock and horror. The man is him, laughing and says, “Want a turn?” extending the club his way. He wakes up, breathing hard in semi-shock. Laying back, starinSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Asgreth hears the voice of the Zhandugheen men who came yesterday and beat up Lainy. She starts breathing hard. Ulgwa gets up and goes to the tent door. Voices are talking to him, then he moves as though blocking someone from entry. The voice of one of them, the leader voice, speaks (“Mornin’ brother. Time for work.”) Ulgwa shakes his head, says something. (“The lockbox is more than sufficient to hold the children in, thanks.”) and then moves to shut the tent. Gezhma, consternated opens the tent flap up and moves to comes inside. Ulgwa tries to block him, but Gezhma pushes past, followed by Izh-Ta. Gezhma looks at Ulgwa like he’s an alien and says something. (“Brother, you behave strangely. We must finish the lockbox. You know this. Don’t be ridiculous.”) The girls are staring wide-eyed and terrified at the monsters. Asgreth’s breathing and heart beat pick up speed. Denelle begins crying, and that sparks Yenna to cry too. Gezhma points at the girls and says something in an annoyed tone. (“Can’t you shut them up? Let’s not replay yesterday.”) Ulgwa breaks into a sweat. He turns to the girls and shakes his head no. When that doesn’t work, he makes a noise like he’s crying, then stops and shakes his head no, trying to use his eyes to show that they must be silent. This frightens Yenna who cries louder and moves behind Denelle, but Denelle pushes her away. She tries again, crying louder, but Denelle pushes her away again. Izh-Ta turns with a snarl and barks something sharp and horrific at them. (“Shut up, NOW.”) Yenna and Denelle scream and start crying louder. Denelle makes a dart for the tent door, and (Asgreth sees) the look in Izh-Ta’s eyes brighten. He moves with the lithe grace and agility of a well trained warrior and catches Denelle by the arm, yanking he backward hard and throwing her to the floor. Ulgwa shouts something, (“Don’t do that!”) and jumps between them. Asgreth stares, Yenna simply stands in the middle of the room scream-crying. Izh-Ta says something (“Then shut them up!”) Ulgwa turns shaking his head, motions toward them, palms out and waving to and from each other in a ‘no no’ motion and says something, (“No cry. It’s ok. No cry.”) This isn’t working, and Izh-Ta, who is itching for the fun of beating the humans, goes to step around him and grab Denelle, but Ulgwa catches his arm. Izh-Ta looks at him with disbelief and anger and growls at him. (“Do you have a death wish? Let go of me.”) Ulgwa releases him. Unwilling to make eye contact he says, something. (“Ok, ok, just don’t touch them.”) Gezhma laughs and says something. (“Ulgwa, did you grow a spine?”) Ulgwa says nothing. Izh-Ta goes to step around him, but Ulgwa moves with him, blocking him, eyes down, chin on chest. Izh-Ta snarls and says something. (“Out of my way.”) Ulgwa, still unable to make eye contact, does nothing. Izh-Ta (“Move, or I will make you move.”) Ulgwa steels himself, takes a deep breath, and doesn’t move. Izh-Ta pushes him – hard – backward. He falls on top of Denelle, twisting to keep most of his weight off her, who screams like she’s dying. Ulgwa pops up, suddenly filled with energy and anger, and goes to push Izh-Ta back. Gezhma laughs as Izh-Ta, taken by surprise, flies backward. He pops up from the floor and Ulgwa and Izh-Ta begin to fight. Gezhma goes to break it up, pulling Ulgwa off Izh-Ta, but Izh-Ta takes the opportunity to take a cheap shot. Ulgwa swings his head back into Gezhma, smacking him in the nose and causing him to shout out with pain and surprise as he catches his face. He’s bleeding. Ulgwa tackles Izh-Ta again, and the two go down. When Gezhma takes his hands away, he no longer looks amused. He jumps into the brawl and the two of them beat the life out of Ulgwa, cursing him as a human lover and a traitor. He goes from fighting back, to curled up in a ball as the other two beat him severely, the girls scSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Ulgwa staggers into Kezhenie’s tent and collapses. Kezhenie, covered in blisters and bandages from where she has shared the injuries of her patients, is bent over Ulgwa. She is rubbing her hub, crying softly as she begins to soak up his damage too. As she does so, her eyes begin to puff, her lip to split further. She whimpers and yelps as it goes, and, See, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsAdrianna and Mya have a conversation about what to do. Mya wants to investigate the possibility of escaping, but they are lost in the woods, have no idea where to go to, and besides, what if the creatures that did this to Ulgwa are waiting outside? Adrianna tells her to just stay. Mya says she’ll go for help, but Adrianna points out what happened to Lain, and says they must simply stay put and wait to be found or risk being found by monsters that like to beat children. Mya arms herself with a knife of Kezhenie’s, says she must go check on the girls. Adrianna is terrified, says to wait for help. (When does Adrianna begCan move this to day instead of morning if it provides a qualitOoluozh oversees the making of a new brand. Made by the women, because they are the crafters. Has to be done relatively quickly with full attention, because working with the clay and balancing its drying process is delicate work. Put in the oven andSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsDay two begins without food or water. Mya has been placing their waste just outside the tent door, but the smell still comes in. With the sun just beginning to rise, she wakes her mother (who hasn’t really been asleep) and says she wants to go check on the girls. Adrianna pours her love out on her daughter, how proud she is of her, how glad she is to have had her. Tearful parting, and Mya goes. Gets to Ulgwa’s tent without incident, listens for any Zhandugheen (has no idea if they have someone watching them or not). Inside, the girls are ok, just hungry and thirsty (all three of them are active now – Asgreth having come out of her comatose/shock state). Big tearful reunion. Denelle actually had the presence of mind to ration a bit of the water, and she asks Mya if she did good. Mya says yes, she did great, asks how long they’ve been there alone. Then she tells the girls to grab any food and drinking stuff, and to come wTathik finds Kezhenie collapsed and Ulgwa dies. She revives hiSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Two days later, Tathik is in a good mood. She has just been approached by Wanuzhka and Weezhwoe, who had finished her Chodzhudhem papoose, and after speaking with the girl and her mother, began the middle of the Chodzhuldhem, Caring for the Papoose. Need a name for this in Zhandugheen. (three parts – making the papoose, caring for the papoose, and considered complete on the eigth day after giving birth). Because Weezhwoe has just yesterday finished the first part of her Chodzhudhem, the making of the papoose, and now it's just a matter of a week of showing she can care for the rock as a child before the celebration of her rite of womanhood. In addition, the making of the new brand is done, it has just come out of the fire and is perfect, and the excitement Ooluozh has shown at its craftsmanship has her on cloud nine. Her mind has wandered to Kezhenie and her prisoners, and she has cooked a treat for them, and is excited to be there to cheer them up. She is virtually floating through the trees, swaying a bit as she hums a lilting Zhandugheen tune (or maybe something she learned from Khezhenie that's actually a tune of Mya's? Plot development here). She comes upon Kezhenie’s tent – silly girl has been away for too long (days? Weeks? Need to determine time line here) – and calls out cheerfully to her soft-hearted faction-friend. “Kezhenie, ‘tis I, your oh-so-generous matriarch, here with gifts and tidings of joy. Are you busy?” There is no answer. “Kezhenie, daughter of the forest (or something based on their society), are you there?” Notices the bucket of feces and urine outside the door, overflowing. No answer. Tathik pulls the curtain back and peers into the darkness of the tent. It is so bright outside she is unable to see well at all and squints. She hears a child’s voice shushing someone, a quiet whimper. Stepping in, she is struck by the smell of blood and, what? Is that infection or something? That’s not possible. Kezhenie is a miraculous healer, the best Tathik has ever run across. Come to think of it, where are the children? Why are they not noisy? Where is the light? Tathik sets her tray of goodies down and lights a candle, and then whispers softly. The candle light ripples and then expands to fill the tent. Kezhenie is on the floor, laying limply across Ulgwa, both unconscious. Adrianna is wrapped in bandages, shading her eyes from the candle light, silent, her face horrifically scarred face twisted with fear. Mya stands in the corner, holding Roland close, looking like a ghost, eyes staring with fear, her three sisters clutching to her. Lain is lying on a makeshift bed (need to know what this is made of) his face swollen, limbs in casts. Tathik hurries to Kezhenie’s side, gently brushes her hair out of the girls battered, blistered face. “Kezhenie. Daughter, look here. It’s me, Tathik. Come come, look here.” Kezhenie opens her eyes and says in a voice raspy and thick with phlegm, “Please, don’t hurt the children.” Tathik says, “What? Of course I won’t hurt the children. Who did this? Did you see who did this to you?” Kezhenie, tears beginning to pour, says, “I did this.” Tathik says, “You? Why did you do this?” Kezhenie says, “I’m helping them. I need to help them, but Ulgwa, he’s hurt, mother. I…I can’t…I’ve used up too much. He needs help.” Tathik understands and reaches over to Ulgwa. He’s lying perfectly still. She reaches down to his throat, her eyes widening with shock and then dark realization. His heart is barely beating, almost undetectable. Leaping to her feet, she runs to the doorway of the tent and lets out the alarm summons in three long bursts, and then quickly turns back inside, running to Kezhenie’s side. Already answering calls are coming back to her, getting louder as faction members come running through the brush. Whispering a quiet chant, she pulls a button spinner out of a pouch at her side and begins to twirl it, then draw it apart, letting it pull itself in, drawing it apart and again. As she does so, it begins to glow gently. Tathik whispers, “From life, to life. As life begets life, so we are begotten.” She claps her hands around the spinner, draws one hand out and lays it on Ulgwa’s forehead. She smiles down at him and says, “Live, my son.” Ulgwa takOoluōzh calls Izh-Ta and Gezhma to explain themselves. Gezhma is obstinate, offensive. Ooluōzh will speak with Tathik and thSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Gezhma and Izh-Ta step into Ooluōzh’s tent. Ooluōzh is sitting in his luxury chair, a wide, comfortable throne like thing. He is glaring up at the two of them through his eyebrows, teeth gritted, lips pursed into an almost snarl. Gezhma says casually, “What’s up?” Ooluōzh’s cheek begins to twitch and his teeth creak as his jaw tightens. “Speak to me of Ulgwa.” Gezhma humphs and rolls his eyes, not disdainfully, but with genuine disgust at Ulgwa’s idiotic and dangerous behavior. “He interfered with making a lockbox for the prisoners. We made him stop interfering.” Ooluōzh shakes his head. “Perhaps you do not understand, children.” Gezhma barks back, “I am not a child!” Ooluōzh, “Foolish son of mine! Your lives are on the line! I am having this private meeting with you, because the Zhanduma wish to execute you! If you were not my son…” Gezhma interrupts. “Do they, father? Will they execute me for insisting that the prisoners be prisoners, not guests? Do they fail to remember the death of our kin? Have you softened so much…” Ooluōzh leaps to his feet, “Me softened?!” Gezhma raises his voice, “Softened so much that you would even consider a trial? Or are you going senile already, forgetting the slaughter of our brother’s children, our brother’s wives when it could so easily have been us? Shall we now defend the humans and their lovers? Defend our murderers and those who protect them? Think!” Ooluōzh shouts, “Do not speak\nProcess Group PGID: 196016"
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## Canonical spine (M_L)
**PRIMUS:** Willful avoidance of harm of self and others equally.
**SECUNDUS:** Willful seeking of healing of self and others equally.
**TERTIUM:** Willful pursuit of benefit of self and others equally.
Love is the sole logic that produces mutual prosperity without a zero-sum trade.
- Full paper: `MASTER DOCS/PAPER/Another_Paper_Draft_v1.md`
- OSF preregistration: https://osf.io/qa54c
- Corpus phase: extract v0.1 (mined from local Braid archive)