# Document — Anothen/.gemini/tmp/apps/tool-outputs/session-2834ac85-277d-41eb-9df1-483069fa296b/run_shell_command_run_shell_command_1773304183803_0_oze6h.txt
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"output": "Output: he’s made, and delights in handing them out. Much joy for the children here. Ulgwa is working on something, talking casually with Zhenik. Zhenik says, “Oh yeah, I agree. These kids are great. I never knew I liked kids until I had to care for these little humans. Cute little ones, even if they do smell like poo.” Ulgwa laughs. “You know, Zhenik, I’m impressed with you more than I can possible say. After Kezhenie swore to Gezhma that she’d quit courting you so long as he let the children live, I really thought you hate them. I really did. I know I would have. Hell, I’d have wanted them dead if it meant I could get my love back, but you’ve been so much…I don’t know… Anyhow. I’m impressed is all I’m saying.” He turns and smiles up at Zhenik, and that is when he sees that Zhenik is frozen, the color drained from his face. Ulgwa says, “Oh. Oh no. You didn’t know, did you?” Zhenik looks up at him. “She left me for Gezhma?” Ulgwa says, “Brother, I swear to you I thought you knew already.” “She left me to save the children?” Nod. Zhenik stands up quickly and hurries out the tent door. Ulgwa curses anxZhenik talks with Kezhenie about why she left him, gains her coSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Zhenik knocks on Kezhenie’s tent. Kezhenie opens the door and smiles at him. “Brother! Come in.” Zhenik takes her softly by the hand and tugs her outside. Kezhenie comes, but then pulls her hand away uncomfortably. He whispers, “You left me for Gezhma to save the children, didn’t you?” Kezhenie suddenly looks very pale. “Zhenik, I had to. Please, please understand that I had to do it. He would have killed them. Oh please don’t be angry. I had no other options.” He nods and laughs. “Of course you didn’t, Kezhenie! You made the only choice that could be made. I’m proud of you for it. So, now that’s out of the way, I just have to ask you, is he still holding you as his own?” She nods. “Why didn’t you request release?” She says, “I did. He refused.” Zhenik looks concerned. “You two have not…you’re not pregnant, are you?” Kezhenie’s face looks suddenly fierce. “I will die first!” Zhenik says, “Refused why? Nobody refuses if there are no children, no union. Why would he refuse you?” Kezhenie looks very sad. “I can only imagine that he is angry and seeking vengeance. He’s become an outcast of sorts for killing Ulgwa, and the Zhanduma speak of him as an outsider, as if he were banished though he is not. No woman will touch him. He is vile. So he holds onto me.” Zhenik says, “Why haven’t you told me so that I could challenge him?” Kezhenie takes his hands, realizes what she’s done and quickly releases them. “No! No, you cannot win that fight. He will kill you.” Zhenik smiles at her sweetly. She says again, “No! I could not live with your death on my hands too. I will refuse to support you. I will not support your challenge.” Zhenik just smiles at her and says softly, “You must support my challenge. You cannot live alone all your life and you cannot live with him. You say you would refuse my challenge based on what, that I might die? First, you underestimate the depth of my passion and how well I can fight. Secondly, you seem to believe that my living is more important than my being with you, which is pure balderdash.” Make the rest of this powerful love. Make it good. At the end of it, Kezhenie supports hiGezhma shows his superiority in the combat, spares Zhenik and lSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (Painted, horns) Zhenik challenges the tie between Gezhma and Kezhenie and a fight is scheduled at the center of the village. First Zhenik delivers his challenge, speaks of his love for Kezhenie and how Gezhma is a disgrace, and asks for the Binzhmai favor to allow the challenge to go forward. Ooluōzh nods and then it’s Gezhma’s turn. He delivers his proud speech. The fight begins. Zhenik gets the living crap kicked out of him, but Gezhma does not kill him. After showing his power and skill, he turns and looks proudly at Kezhenie, then crouches and pats the ground three times. Ooluōzh immediately gets it. “Zhenik, Gezhma has surrendered to you. Do you accept his surrender?” Zhenik is barely conscious, and Gezhma reaches over, grabs him by a horn, lifts his head roughly off the ground, and then pokes Zhenik in an injured spot. Zhenik cries out and opens his eyes. Gezhma rolls his head so his is facing Ooluōzh. Reaching out to his jaw he moves it up and down, speaking through one side of his mouth, saying in a falsetto voice, “Yes, oh high and mighty patriarch, most noble of all Zhandupa, ruler of the world who is never, ever wrong and isn’t leading a faction toward death by favoring the humans rather than assembling an army to defeat them, who is not a coward, who is not soft…” Ooluōzh says, “Gezhma, stop that. Zhenik! Can you answer me?” Zhenik says, “What? Am I dead?” Gezhma leans and whispers in his ear, “No, soft bellied worm. You’re not dead. You won. I surrendered. Do you accept my surrender?” Zhenik blinks fast. “You surrendered??” Ooluōzh says, “Zhenik, do you accept your opponents surrender? Do you accept Gezhma’s surrender?” Zhenik says the equivalent of, “Hell yes, I accept!!” Ooluōzh walks into the arena, crouches by Zhenik who rolls over onto his back, and raises his arm. “I declare Zhenik victorious by the rule of accepted surrender. The tie between Gezhma and Kezhenie is heKezhenie sprints into the arena, armed with medicine stuff. Big happy reunion as she tends to her beloved’s wounds. Gezhma stands, nearly untouched, staring at them. With a deep breath, he turns to leave. The faction pours in to congratulate the victor as he lies in his puddle of blood and saliva (he messed himself and smells like poop). Ooluōzh however turns and follows Gezhma. Once they are outside the mass of people, Gezhma turns. “What do you want, patriarch?” His voice is disgusted. Ooluozh says, “You are a complete mystery to me, my son.” Gezhma says, “Don’t call me that.” Ooluōzh shakes his head. “As you see fit, but I’m still proud of you.” Gezhma says, “That’s funny, patriarch. I’m disgusted with you. Can I go now?” Ooluōzh sighs heavily. “Of course. I’m…” Gezhma turns and walks away. Ooluōzh sighs. Tathik comes up beside him and rests her hand on his arm. “You do know that if you continue to allow him to speak to you like that in front of the faction, you will lose respect.” Ooluōzh shrugs. “What would you have me do, banish him?” Tathik shrugs as if to say, “It’s an option.” The old man shakes his head. “No, I will lead by example. Where I must rule, I shall. Where I can let them be free, I shall. So long as it is only impotent words I will let it alone. He is not our enemy, not my enemy even, just of a different mind set, and you know – one side of me agrees with him in everything he says and does. No, I will not banish him.” Tathik asks, “Is this because he is your son?” Ooluōzh chuckles. “Yes, it is because he is my son.” Tathik looks saddened, but before she can say anything more he says, “The faction is full of my sons, TSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsThe fisicien goes to speak with the Secomm and tells him about what Hal said. As he tells him who brought the message, old Veritane (in his early sixties?) asks for clarification, asks what this Hal looks like. As the fisicien begins describing him, the Secomm looks more and more surprised and finally commands tSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects(In here somewhere do you need to mention that Hal was promoted to House Sentinel 15 years ago after the battle where he thought Veritane was killed, but he quit because they wouldn’t let hHal is terribly curious as to why the Secomm in Trubataen wants to see him. He is led into an office and sits (gingerly) down, awaiting the Secomm. When he comes in, Hal leaps to his feet. “Striking crapsplatter! Veritane!” Veritane beams and walks swiftly over to him, freezes solid in front of him and salutes as one would to a superior officer. Hal’s just staring. “It’s good to see you, sir,” says Veritane. Hal continues to stare. Suddenly his eyes well over with tears and in a thick voice he says, “I saw you die.” Veritane, who is watching something he felt was impossible – Halbert in tears – says softly, “No sir, you saw me get shot in the neck, run through the gut and tossed off a cliff onto sharp rocks – that’s very different.” Veritane recaps the day of the assault on Hal’s complyment, how he’d thought he was dead, but then was jolted out of it, how he saw Hal running off but couldn’t make a noise, how he dragged himself away from the bottom of the cliff hanging his head so the blood ran out of his mouth rather than getting sucked into his lungs. Made it to the creek, remembered some old healing strucity taught by his mother and spent more than a month there getting healthy enough to move again. When he had enough energy, hiked home, was awarded a medal and promoted (this was 15? years ago) but Hal had already left the Battlery and Veritane couldn’t find him anywhere. Now years later he’s a Secomm and couldn’t be more delighted to see Hal. Hal’s eyes well up with tears and his lips get tight as he fights back crying. In a gruff voice he says, “Veritane, my feere, I needest thy help.” “Name it!” Hal relates the story of the murder, the vengeance taken, the destruction of Heaton, his humiliation by the House Sentinel, his trial, his public lashing. Veritane listens, first feeling anger, then shock, etc. As Hal tells him what he suffered at the hands of the House Sentinel, Veritane’s eyes squint down. By the time Hal is done, Secomm Veritane looks like he’s about to explode. “What will thou of me? Speak and it shall be done.” Hal says, “Brother, give me a Band that I may take it and gain vengeance.” Veritane smiles. “Feere Hal, that would require that thou be’est reinstated into the Battlery, perhaps as a House Sentinel?” “Commander, it would honor me and privilege me to serve under you!” Veritane nods. “As you say, so shall it be. Thy request is granted. Now, pack up. We have a See, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsHal and Veritane along with a complyment? (to enforce the disollution of Zuthrigael’s post and to escort him from the premisesSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsHal and Veritane arrive at Pyle Outpost. Quaterouse Sentinel Zuthrigael is summoned, canned and Hal is officially given his jHal revels in his victory and power, mocks Zuthrigael as he is See, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsLater that day, the jailer is escorted into Quaterouse Sentinel Hal’s new office. (He doesn’t yet know that Hal is the new QuExpecting to meet the old House Sentinel the jailer says, “You summoned me, sir?” Hal turns around and smiles at him. “You’re just in time. Come in, come in.” The jailer is jolted, glances at the guard next to him and back at Hal. Hal tells the guard, “You’re dismissed,” and the guard quickly turns and leaves. The jailer’s eyes are wide, and he stands awkwardly, looking as much as though he’s about to run away as he does that he’ll stay. Hal motions him over. “Come, sit at the window with me. There’s about to be a parade.” The jailer walks dazedly over and Hal flumps down in his chair and pats the chair beside him. “Have a seat.” The jailer sits. Hal reaches behind him, grabs a hock of meat off the table and hands it to his companion. “Have a snack.” The jailer takes it. Hal reaches back and grabs a mug. Handing it to the jailer he says, “And a drink.” The jailer takes it, and then Hal reaches back and grabs a hock of meat and a drink for himself. Leaning forward, he looks down into the courtyard below. Hal takes a bite of meat, sips at his cup, and stares down. The jailer, curious, leans forward and looks himself. There’s nothing, no crowd, only a couple of guards walking casually across the way, a couple guards sitting at their guard posts. A fly buzzes nearby. The jailer asks, “A…parade?” Hal nods. “Yes, and we have the best seat in the house.” The jailer asks, “How, uh…” He looks at the meat, shrugs his shoulder and takes a big, over-stuffed mouthful and pours some ale around it. Hal says, “Ah! Here they come.” The jailer leans forward and gazes down. The courtyard door opens up, and here comes Zuthrigael with a guard escort. He has a bag in either hand and two bags on his back. He is obviously straining under the weight of it. Hal cheers and whistles. Zuthrigael, startled, looks up. Hal takes a quaff of his drink and watches, smiling. Zuthrigael looks disgusted and tries to ignoSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affects (None of this needs to be written, just for tracking purposes. Sent messengers to summon the four Action Guards that reported to the House Sentinel to Veritane’s office to inform them they have a new House Sentinel – ordered to report to Hal first thing the next morning. Documentation provided to everyone for uSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsHal is sitting in his new quarters in the barracks. The transformation has been extreme, from the commoner life in Heaton to the dungeons in Trubataen to the relatively posh barracks of a Quaterouse Sentinel. He is reviewing documentation on the four Action Guards he acquired (his immediate subordinates) when he was made House Sentinel. There is a knock at the door and, without looking up, he says, “Enter.” The door opens and in come four men dressed in Action Guard uniform. Two of them immediately take seats in front of his desk, getting comfortable. One of them stands at ready attention and the last one leans up against the wall and begins picking his nose. Hal glances up without raising his head, raises his eyebrows and sits up, looking at the man picking his nose. “And who might you be,” he asks. The man wipes the booger on his pants and says, “Tertaction Guard Leland…from Tylenthael originally.” Hal says, “Sir.” The man looks a bit caught off guard. “You don’t have to call me sir.” Hal’s lips purse, his teeth grit beneath them and then his face relaxes again. “How kind of you. Thank you for not requiring of me that I call you sir.” He reaches to the table beside him and pushes a mug toward the man. “Would you care for something to drink?” He pushes a plate of cookies toward the man. “A snack perhaps?” The man looks incredibly uncomfortable suddenly, glancing at the others, the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but at Hal. “Uh, no.” Hal stands up and says, “No?” He motions exaggeratedly toward his chair. “How about my chair? Can I offer you my chair?” The man appears to shrink. “No? My desk?” The man shakes his head. “My uniform, perhaps, or my armor?” The man fidgets. Hal says, “I’m asking you a question, and I don’t hear an answer. I was wondering if you’d like my office? My position? My rank?” The man shakes his head. “Uh, no sir.” Hal staggers as if he’d taken a blow. “Sir?! Did you just call me sir? And after having told me I didn’t have to call you sir! I…I can’t believe it!” One of the men sitting at the desk stands up. “Stop it. You’ve made your point.” Hal takes a deep breath and turns to the man who just addressed him. “And you are?” “Secaction Guard Horace.” Hal smiles sweetly at him and says, “Sir.” The man holds Hal’s gaze and says nothing. Hal nods understandingly. Hal turns to the other man who is still sitting at his desk. “And who are you.” The man sniffs. “Hal, may I call you Hal?” Hal smiles at him, blinks several times and opens his mouth to speak, but the man continues. “We’re not impressed, ok? I mean, we know how this goes. You have to show us that you’re a stand up, take no crapsplatter kind of a guy, and we’re supposed to take it all in stride and nod and say ‘yes sir! No sir! I understand sir!’ but the reality is, we’re not really…that way. We know you kind of slid into your position because you’re buddy-buddy with the Commander, but that only goes so far way out here in ol’ Pyle Outpost. We really liked Zuthrigael and so we’re not real excited about you coming in thinking you’re going to just fly in and take over his spot. So, why don’t you kick back, put your feet up on your desk, enjoy your snack and your drink, and quit condescending to us as though we actually give a crapsplatter – because we don’t.” Hal opens his mouth, but the man cuts him off. “And don’t try the whole tough-guy routine. We’re all combat veterans here, understand? We don’t need some villager farmer fub…” “Logger.” “…whatever, giving us orders. Enjoy the office, enjoy the pay, and stay out of our cursing way.” Hal smiles. “Thanks for stopping by, gentlemen. You’re dismissed.” The man (who never did give his name) arises, and opens the door. Horace and Leland quickly leave. The third man stays standing at attention. The man holding the door says, “Dray, let’s go.” The man clicks his heels, salutes Hal, cringes, whispers, “Sir, sorry, sir,” and then spins on his heel and marches out the door. The last thing Hal hears before the door closes is Horace saying, “Dray, you goober.” Then a mocking tone, “‘Sir, sorry, sir.’ Seriously? You make us look bad…” Hal turns around and leans against the door, leans his head back and purses his lips over to the side. He takes a deep breath. “Well, I alwSee, smell, noises, cold or hot, rain or dry, humidity, affectsIt’s a beautiful day at the barracks, and Hal is standing on one of the viewing towers with a young gauntel guard looking down on the troops below. He asks the boy, “Ok, which of these belong to…” He glances at a document in his hand, “Tertaction Guard Leland?” The boy points and says, “Those coveys over there. Well, half of them, anyway. The others are Quateraction Guard Dray’s.” Hal sees fifty or so young men goofing off, sitting around playing cards, many of them overweight. Their uniforms are, in many cases, filthy. A few of them are napping in the warm sun. He says, “Great, and which are,”\nProcess Group PGID: 219852"
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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)