" She could find no join, no place where she ended and Bear started. In that first clumsy embrace of the spirit, they had tangled themselves hopelessly, she supposed. Whatever happened, wherever she went, there would always be Bear. Whoever knew her, or liked her, or loved her, would have to accept Bear.
She could even love herself a little now, knowing that she was Bear. "

― Frances Hardinge , A Skinful of Shadows