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Fantasiestucke VI. Fabel
[The CAT turns on without warning as Brax is trying to open his front door. He is fine, his half-amused smile settled easily. He doesn't show a sign of having lost to any of the questions, and he's holding two coins in one of his hands.]
[Then the hologram pops up, and Braxiatel loses all expression. If there is one word to describe him now, it's cold.]
[It is asking him this: What is inside your head?]
[Very, very quietly, Braxiatel speaks.] I'll take the penalty.
[He steps into the house. There is the mechanical click of joints as his hands close into fists, then open again. He drops his coins and a silver pen on the table, then sinks into a chair.]
[Then the hologram pops up, and Braxiatel loses all expression. If there is one word to describe him now, it's cold.]
[It is asking him this: What is inside your head?]
[Very, very quietly, Braxiatel speaks.] I'll take the penalty.
[He steps into the house. There is the mechanical click of joints as his hands close into fists, then open again. He drops his coins and a silver pen on the table, then sinks into a chair.]
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