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Sine kicked over a chord in rage. After fucking everything she had done for Tangent, she betrayed her like this?
Everyone had assumed Sine was perfect, but she was anything but.
She was about to throw herself into a locker when a disembodied voice came from the heavens…
“Sine,”
It whispered,
“Sineeeeeeee.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?” Sine screamed.
“Calm the fuck down, you’re not that important goddamn,” The voice hissed.
“Holy mathematical proverbial shit, is that GOD?”
“Ya.” (with swagger)
“What do you want from me?” Sine gasped.
God (also known as Hipparchus) sighed, “Well, I was gonna offer you some divine advice about your relationship troubles. Normally, I would encourage you to go apeshit on them, but they didn’t– well. I think you will find it in your heart to forgive them, Sine. Look into yourself, truly, and find your anger… Can you see it? No?”
Sine swallowed with difficulty, looking at the sky as raindrops began to splatter onto the ground, the world dizzyingly unclear to her. Hipparchus was right, of course, but… But they had destroyed everything she ever had in the cruellest way possible, their actions unbelievably callous and self-centred and genuinely heartbreaking. And yet…
She allowed the rain to take her as the voice of her Creator washed over her, calm and melancholic, drunk on her misery, “You will understand one day, Sine, why I have made you this way.”
And so, she passed out on the side of the road, every single droplet of water slamming onto her poor, fragile body.
“This is your fault,” She heard another voice argue above her – but not the voice of her god, rather the familiar cadence, emotional and raw and angry, of Tangent.
Always Tangent.
Never able to accept the blame for anything.
And Cosine – of course Cosine was there – scared and crying.
She didn’t say anything to Tangent’s cruel accusations, only took it as Tangent hurled word after word at her, both of them becoming increasingly erratic as the nurse, Axiom, looked tiredly on.
“If– if
you
hadn’t–” Tangent stumbled from one sentence, half-finished, to another, also half-finished; if it wasn’t giving Sine such a headache, it would be funny, “It’s all your fault!”
“For fuck’s sake, get a hobby, Tan,” Sine snapped, “Leave Cosine alone.”
Then, she felt immediately guilty. She had never talked to anyone like that before, not since–
And yet, Tan seemed to break out of her shock, staring dully at Sine.
Oh, Tan. Poor, darling Tan.
Tan, who had been through so much. Tan, sweet Tan. Lovely Tan. Tan, who had helped her so much when she was struggling to find her inner theta. Kind Tan, who had shown the gentlest parts of herself to Sine, in exchange for a forever. And Sine couldn’t even give her that. It felt, impossibly, like betrayal. How could Sine forgive herself when
her
Tangent was lost in all these quadratics, had been led astray by those goddamn pompous ass Coefficients, who believed they were better than everyone purely for existing?
“I’m sorry, Tangie,” Sine said softly, “I’m so sorry.”
This seemed to break all of whatever remained of Tan’s resolve, whose voice stumbled as she whispered, “What happened?”
“I don’t know, dearest,” Sine said, staring at the ceiling with no answers.
And yet, it seemed to come to her with all the clarity one could gain from speaking to an all-powerful god.
“I love you,” Sine said suddenly, like a curse.
And Cosine, impossibly, replied, “I love you too.”
Tangent brought them all together into a hug, and they had formed a perfect formula at long last.