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Franziska von Karma walks into the Nexus, head held high and the look in her eyes, as ever, proud. Her steps are short, but quick and determined, always making her look like she has a purpose.
The purpose, today at least, seems to be asking a question (possibly with the addition of 'fools' somewhere in there).
"How do you define perfection? In one's demeanor, one's personal life, or one's job, I don't care. And how important is it to you?"
The purpose, today at least, seems to be asking a question (possibly with the addition of 'fools' somewhere in there).
"How do you define perfection? In one's demeanor, one's personal life, or one's job, I don't care. And how important is it to you?"