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Count Zaroff sits purposefully in one of the nicer Nexus chairs. His papirosi is dangling elegantly from his fingertips, while his left hand is busy tracing the line of a very deep, old scar on his head. He seems both mesmerized by the old wound, and also trying to will away an impending headache.
"Suppose..." His thick accent muddles his words slightly. "Suppose that the one drive, your one true passion in life ceased to fulfill you, and that you grew bored with it. You have dedicated your entire livelihood to this one pursuit, and now..." He waves his hand in the air dismissively, the cigarette smoke tracing the motions in the air with its thick line of white smoke. "Do you attempt to find something new, and alien to replace it? Or do you find a way to escalate the qualities in it that kept you interested for so long?"
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"Suppose..." His thick accent muddles his words slightly. "Suppose that the one drive, your one true passion in life ceased to fulfill you, and that you grew bored with it. You have dedicated your entire livelihood to this one pursuit, and now..." He waves his hand in the air dismissively, the cigarette smoke tracing the motions in the air with its thick line of white smoke. "Do you attempt to find something new, and alien to replace it? Or do you find a way to escalate the qualities in it that kept you interested for so long?"
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