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It doesn't look like Leoben's been getting much rest, these last few days. He looks . . . dazed. Like someone who's been hit in the head one too many times.
Which is, in fact, pretty much the case, although fortunately only one has been an actual physical blow. So far.
"Some of you are granted free will," he begins. "The ability to choose your own fate. Others have destinies that have already been written for them." Leoben drops tiredly onto a Convenient Nexus Bench. He's smiling, as he often is, but it looks a little thin. "Which are you? And-- if you had been born for a single purpose, or made for it, do you think it's still possible to escape it?"
((Crossposted, which I don't usually do with this character, so if you're not familiar with him plz to click here before commenting.))
((EDIT: Mun is heading off to bed now. Please leave a message after the beep and she will respond . . . well, whenever she feels like getting up.))
Which is, in fact, pretty much the case, although fortunately only one has been an actual physical blow. So far.
"Some of you are granted free will," he begins. "The ability to choose your own fate. Others have destinies that have already been written for them." Leoben drops tiredly onto a Convenient Nexus Bench. He's smiling, as he often is, but it looks a little thin. "Which are you? And-- if you had been born for a single purpose, or made for it, do you think it's still possible to escape it?"
((Crossposted, which I don't usually do with this character, so if you're not familiar with him plz to click here before commenting.))
((EDIT: Mun is heading off to bed now. Please leave a message after the beep and she will respond . . . well, whenever she feels like getting up.))