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A young man in flowing red robes is pacing the Nexus, head bowed slightly, hands clasped tightly behind him. There's a slight scowl on his lips,
Finally, he stops, straightens, lets his hands fall. His bearing is haughty and conflicted, pompous and vulnerable.
In clipped, aloof words, "Have you ever attempted to run away?"
Finally, he stops, straightens, lets his hands fall. His bearing is haughty and conflicted, pompous and vulnerable.
In clipped, aloof words, "Have you ever attempted to run away?"