[IC] Rekhen's Holo Diary

[Sith Stûza]

04

He was scared.

A thought weighed heavy on him, slouched with hands clasped together. He straightened himself, the sound of his spine cracking in correction hinting at the length of his prayer. The tired eyes looking directly towards the device, as if it held the answers he wanted.

"One, two, three.

The path to freedom starts from passion. If you lack passion, you lack strength. Stagnation.

The difference between Strength and Power, -that- should be taught."

His hand brushed the beard, covering his mouth as his focus drifted to the corners of the room around him. His mind doing what it was made to do.

"Well, I could teach it, An Assistant-Overseer is bound to have some authority. Or an Assistant-Purifier for that matter.

Heh

The uh... Hmm.The Immortus experiment has been progressing well enough, study on anatomy and.... Muscle, stuff."

His fingers found their way to the scars around his eyes, a drawn out sigh as the hands slid and locked at the nape. Eventually resting to his sides.

"I'm bothered. Scared. Things have been said and they cannot be ignored.

'Everything about you screams Sith.'

'You're the first to ask these questions.'

'An example of what it means to be Sith.'

One should not be seen as an example for doing the bare minimum."

Stiff lipped, his expression betrayed the true conflict. Arms folding across his chest as he leaned forward, defeated he looked inward. Returning to his original slump.

"I'm a terrible Sith.

I could walk away, would not get far. I could stop trying to halt the corruption, loose my humanity... I won't survive the monsters if I fight them restrained. They have no such weaknesses. I won't survive if I fight unrestrained."

...

"What if it isn't me?"

[color=#2360dd]He remained still for a long while, the recording finishes. [/color=#2360dd]