[The idea seems alien to him. Things has ends, purposes, he had a purpose from the very start. That how he was taught. For something to be a end unto in itself, it feels... strange. Nice, but strange.]
I... I don't know. I always assumed everything has purpose. I know I had, and art - if you can even call it that - was not it.
[Kell still can't bring himself to call his writing art. He's not an artist, he just ...writes things.]
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[The idea seems alien to him. Things has ends, purposes, he had a purpose from the very start. That how he was taught. For something to be a end unto in itself, it feels... strange. Nice, but strange.]
I... I don't know. I always assumed everything has purpose. I know I had, and art - if you can even call it that - was not it.
[Kell still can't bring himself to call his writing art. He's not an artist, he just ...writes things.]