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Oceanglide has taken up residence in one of the less cushioned Nexus armchairs. He appears to be lost in thought, with a distant light in his optics as he rests his chin on his clasped hands, solar panels and arm-mounted launcher alike tipped downward, out of the way. However long the silence around the Minicon has lasted, it's broken when he finally poses the first of his questions to the Nexus.
"How much faith do you put in intuition? Instinct?
"Alternatively, when you feel that you've been... for want of a better word, neglecting your fellows in the course of your endeavours, how do you go about redressing the deficit?"
"How much faith do you put in intuition? Instinct?
"Alternatively, when you feel that you've been... for want of a better word, neglecting your fellows in the course of your endeavours, how do you go about redressing the deficit?"