But she exists in far too many [[girl|pieces]], now, to function. And try as she might -- try as she //does//, holding herself to a promise never made -- they do not easily unweave. 

Yes, perhaps each one is itself, its own being. 

But it is equally true that she is them all.

//And perhaps, in a way, they did get that guide, ninety-nine satellites all [[last|yearning]] towards their untouchably distant hundredth part, heart, and home, gaze tracing the way.//