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"But Master," says Counterpoint, looking up from the open torso of the fallen improvateur, "How then should I create? If a creation is to be judged by its longevity, how can I make something that will be long-lasting?"
Pseudonym laughs. "Concern yourself not with longevity. Truly, nothing matters but for the eternal." With his sleeve, he wipes the blood from his lips and smears it across his cheek. "And nothing is eternal and nothing matters! It is best to create that which will make you happy and destroy that which does not."
"I don't understand! Happiness," says Counterpoint, "is the least permanent thing of all!"
"And that is why everything must be destroyed."