"Of course not. That was just conversation." She shakes her head. "Young Lumen—this is further conversation, rather than the end of the exam, but if you'll indulge me—what do you have faith in?"
She appears to think for a moment, and then speaks again, in the same tone she might present a mathematical word problem.
"Let me pose you a situation. You have that confidence, that determination, that strength of spirit—but somehow, circumstances conspire that you fail one of the people most important to you and cannot protect them. As a result, they are dead."
"Noted," she says, calmly, and jots something down in red pen on the clipboard she has set in her lap. "What would you think of the world, the universe, in that position?"
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She appears to think for a moment, and then speaks again, in the same tone she might present a mathematical word problem.
"Let me pose you a situation. You have that confidence, that determination, that strength of spirit—but somehow, circumstances conspire that you fail one of the people most important to you and cannot protect them. As a result, they are dead."
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She lifts her chin slightly.
"Would you consider yourself lucky, or unlucky? Blessed, or cursed?"
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