"No," and here Pharos almost sounded wistful. "To do something simply because you take pleasure from the act of doing it is a good reason. To need another reason to do anything personally enjoyable strikes me as a unhappy state of affairs."

Motivation was all well and fine, and everyone pushed themselves to toil away at their dull jobs and their assigned roles and their routine duties (there was nothing wrong with that either) but if you couldn't simply do things for the pleasure of them, an already short life might veer into a pointless, tedious course until the moment of death. Which was saddening to him.

Sorry, did he sound philosophical for a moment there? He took a step step closer, leaning forward a little to examine the mythical creature crafted out of metal cutlery on the table, admiring it silently. He hadn't been exposed to much variation in new things before, and neither of his hosts had harbored much interest in the arts.