MCA #4, Late Wednesday Afternoon

Life was profoundly stupid, sometimes. Here Atton was, running selective missions most days because they didn't have enough people to deal with everything that was coming in. But the one time he showed up to the Temple looking for something to do - anything to do - that didn't require him to pretend to be nurturing... and there was nothing.

( He shut the door to his apartment behind him... )

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