"I would like to talk to Yskandr. Either stop pretending to be Mahit Dzmare, or allow him to speak."

Quite exactly like a knife, Mahit thought.

"With all respect, ezuazuacat, I can't do either of those things," she said. "The first is impossible, as I am not pretending to be myself. The second is more complicated than you are suggesting.

"Is it," said Nineteen Adze. She teased her lips together. "Why aren't you him?"

— A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine (Page 107)