promptfic: o14, anger

He’s never had much interest in psychology. The study of inner – there’s no sense in it for him, not when the bounty reaped of fields encompassing outer is so much sweeter. He holds time and space in his hands and exists outside them both. Were he any more arrogant, he’d compare himself to a god. One of thousands roaming this system, but a god nonetheless.

But this – this makes him think that there might be some truth to ancient, discredited theories of stages and spirals.

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