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[petronia]

For msmanna. ^_^ (First sign of trouble today - brain snarfled briefly at idea of writing fic and handing it back to the creator. But hey. Also I'm leaving this computer in, like, five minutes, so the rest will wait until later this evening.)

I don't even know if I really think this. But it would be interesting.



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In the years dating back to Lissa, Warrick had occasionally caught himself thinking of his life as a game. He took initiatives and calculated risks, because he was playing: at entrepreneur, at leader, eventually at CEO, standing in impeccable evening dress amid other industry-gala attendees. The vision and will to make it happen were real, the payoff merely the pleasant result of navigating a new level. It was like the sim, in a way.

Then there was Toreth, who taught him some games could be almost too real to bear. He had never realised how badly the lesson was needed.