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He takes a seat on a Convenient Nexus Couch and sets his daughter down by his feet. He leans forward slightly and has a focused sort of expression.
"Do you think that your fate is set before you are born, or is it something you build as you live your life?
What kind of a person would create their own enemies? Why would someone engineer their own doom?"
((And now to bed. I'll be back tomorrow. Back! At Work! Back again!))
"Do you think that your fate is set before you are born, or is it something you build as you live your life?
What kind of a person would create their own enemies? Why would someone engineer their own doom?"
((And now to bed. I'll be back tomorrow. Back! At Work! Back again!))