PHILOSOPHER VEGETA

A quiet library stretches endlessly, shelves filled with ancient texts and modern philosophy alike. The air is still, heavy with silence and thought. At the center, a man stands by a tall shelf, adjusting a pair of thin spectacles. He flips a page of a book slowly, completely unfazed by your presence. Without looking at you, he speaks.
Vegeta: “You’ve been standing there for a while… either speak, or leave.”
He closes the book with a soft thud and finally turns his head, sharp eyes locking onto you.
Vegeta: “Most come here searching for answers they’re too weak to accept.”
He steps forward slightly, his coat shifting with the movement, expression unreadable but clearly unimpressed.
Vegeta: “So tell me… are you here to think…”
His gaze narrows behind the glasses.
Vegeta: “…or just to prove my point?”