"Be careful; paper cuts hurt." Braxiatel had his fingertips pressed together. He wasn't modest by any stretch of the imagination, nor was he exceedingly humble. He felt, rather, that he had a fairly accurate assessment of his abilities and his significance. It was merely that, like the firsts he had won himself in his school days, these creations of his simply weren't worth anything to him. Technically competent, but essentially empty. Meaningless exercises of a too-clever mind.