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[majorum_pride]

[Private to Braxiatel | Audio]

[Have a Nietzschean style raising of concerns.] I was wondering if you would join me for a game.

Right now.

In my cabin.

Call it an unavoidable urge. [So that you may pass by your warden's room and confirm the unsettling noises from within. The eighth floor fails at wall, it seems.]

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[majorum_pride]

[He opens the door.] I would have told you to wear something nice, but I thought it would be a given. [And he even made tea. Which is now a thing associated with Braxiatel.]

Make yourself comfortable. [His cabin has low lighting and streamlined furniture of some alien design. Any weaponry that he had is absent. And the three dimensional go board is out, but he wasn't actually expecting to play it.]

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[majorum_pride]

I've done my very best to do so already. I have no intention of changing tactics. [He pours him a cup of tea, but doesn't offer it directly to him. Instead, he puts it on the end table nearest to him, noting his hands are very deliberately shoved in his pockets.]

I still think this place creates emotions in people. [He's more sentimental than he used to be. It's hard to be a sentimental robot. He's pretty sure he wants to control that, too.]