Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate— but here he was, selfish and pulling in on himself. Merrick telling him this had not been enough. No, he needed Evien. And then, who would be next? 
You're becoming just like him. The voice in his head, flat and matter-of-fact, returns. Some days, Taylor wishes he could replace all the blood inside of him with someone else's. Didn't matter who it was, just enough for him to forget that he and Planck had come from the same place. Sharing DNA, unfurling and coiling in his cells, multiplying, copying, rebuilding itself.
Like that story. Something about repairing a ship. At some point, with all its boards being replaced, it ceased to be the original ship. But when? That's all I want to know.
He shakes his head. He doesn't matter right now, he says. Just you. His Adam's apple bobs up and down. 
The grass feels cool against his stomach. He turns his head and rests it on his arm. He could almost sleep, right here, right now.