There's a variety of reasons that prompt him to gravitate toward the Clock. Some are quite predictable given his affiliations, professional, one could say. Others - given his fluid views of morality - more personal. Luckily, the first set of conflicting views is prevailing. Even though the temptation grows stronger.
He superimposes the Aetheric winds over his more mundane senses, attuning his sight to the small fluctuations that still excite the Supernal pattern of the Artifact. Quickly bricks of mana assemble into structures, mandalas over a small landscape of truth.
He lights another cigarette. The stick bobs up and down in his mouth, as he hums a tune.
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