When Enlil sent me to the front, I was eager and I was at peace with it. I even believed it was my Honor and Sacrifice to fall in battle, meant to be one of the names sung in the Field like a ballad. I was in the first wave. Generals spoke about us as if we had already passed away. And I believed them.

An ancient epic retold through the banter of good friends, Evadine and Enki. Quantum Coffee, Tuesday Night Evadine set two mugs on the table. Steam rose. The coffee kept its temperature. It always did. Enki sat across from her, elbows off the table because she had rules in her apartment. He watched the mugs a second too long. “You made it perfect again,” he said. “You mean it  made itself perfect,” Evadine said. “Stop trying to flirt your way into taking credit for my work.”