Three days passed, and Nina spent them doing absolutely nothing productive. With school halted and no job to return to, she had all the time in the world—and no clue what to do with it.
She lay sprawled across her bed, a console in her hands, the screen flashing brightly in front of her.
She'd been playing nonstop, cycling through games with little interest. Despite pouring hours into them, a dull, persistent boredom gnawed at her.
"I'm so bored."
She muttered aloud.
Her Patron's voice rang clearly in her mind.
[That's because you're doing nothing of value. You've lost momentum.]
Nina didn't reply immediately. Her eyes were half-lidded as she stared at the screen, her fingers motionless on the controller.
"I am doing something. I'm playing games."
She eventually mumbled.
[That's not doing something. You want to be forced into action because you can't move on your own. These are the signs of depression.]
Nina frowned.
"I'm not depressed."
