Something was coming together in his mind. Something that had been gnawing at him for a long time, but which was only just now coming into focus. He spoke slowly, waiting for the words to coalesce around the strange feeling. “It’s not about the game itself really. I mean: I will probably win my next match, but does it matter? I’ve played this game until I’ve mastered it. I defeat all challengers week after week, but even if I didn’t, even if I couldn’t, I still wouldn’t be worried about it… There’s just… nothing at stake.”
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