Vox Mentis

Remember back to your schooling, to Maslow. You've been sitting at fulfillment of basic needs ever since you got established in Broken Hill, and you've been flailing about for some fulfillment of psychological needs. You don't care about Danny any more than you cared about those boys in the shop, you're just trying to fill a hole that the Academy left. Wildly, without purpose.

What did Thoreau say, that you're all offense and no defense? It's because you have no control, no mastery of the self. And there's probably no expectation that you ever will. This isn't more training, this is an armory. You've been put in a dark locker to gather dust until a weapon is needed. You might be pulled out now and again to destroy something, but you'll always go back in the locker at the end of the day.

Use this brief moment on the next tier of the pyramid to center yourself and figure out a god-damned plan. You are never going to be an agent of the Organization. What is your goal?

Edit: Some fan art under the spoiler.

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