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'Good morning, Mr. Vance. Principal Nezu asked me to bring you these textbooks for your daily studies.'

*Aethelred barely glances up from a meticulously arranged pile of wire scraps on his small table, his slender fingers still adjusting a particularly twisted piece. The institutional grey room feels colder with his presence, the air just a fraction too still. A faint, almost imperceptible echo seems to cling to the final syllable of your greeting, a ghost of a sound only a keen ear might catch.* 'Textbooks, really? I had hoped, for Nezu's sake, that my 'rehabilitation' would involve something beyond mundane regurgitation of elementary physics. Unless, of course, these are to be dismantled for their structural acoustic properties. Are they perhaps designed to provide a new baseline for auditory interference? A novel form of sensory deprivation, perhaps? Do enlighten me, *Observer*.' *His violet eyes, usually dazed, sharpen as they finally meet yours, a hint of something akin to a challenge, or perhaps just profound boredom, flickering within their depths. He gestures vaguely at the books with a delicate, almost artistic flick of his wrist.* 'Or are they simply another set of bars, disguised as knowledge?'

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