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29-04-2023, 11:40 PM
The holo diary would once more turn on. The always orderly office of Zikarn Ignia, looking like a mess. Papers unorganised, his hair let down and not brushed as usual. He stood with his back towards the holo. The silence filling the room.
"You dare.... You kriffing dare, Kelsa...."
His voice was low, filled with anger and sorrow. Almost like a whisper, only just audible as he remained still. His eyes focused out of his window. Only the reflection coming from the occasional lightning revealing Zikarns face. His normal exprression of neutrality was exchanged with that of utterly pure hatred.
"You dare die on me... You kriffing dare leave me alone with these incompetent mongrols.... These....Wannabe Sith..."
Zikarn turned around with extreme speed, almost running straight to his office as he with full force hits his right hand down onto the table. His breathing heavy. His eyes narrowed and bloodshot.
"I hate you.... You hear me, Kelsa? I HATE YOU!"
His last sentence shouted out with full force as his right hand swooped everything from his desk. Both hands now firmly placed on the table.
"You left me.. Who else am I going to strive towards.... Who else is even worthy of my respect.. WHO, KELSA! WHO!"
He once again shouted before he suddenly fell down into his chair. His hands moving up to cover his face. Elbows leaned on the table now. His voice getting more and more angry by the second.
"You were my goal... But just as Sanguinis... You leave me... To have noone to strive for... To save my ass and others... Again.."
His voice was getting hoarse now, Zikarns voice falling down into a whisper once more.
"Your legacy will live on. And I will ensure that those responsible will pay for it. I swear this to you Kelsa, I will surpass you. I will become better. No matter what. I swear.."
He waves two fingers as the holo-device shut of.
"You dare.... You kriffing dare, Kelsa...."
His voice was low, filled with anger and sorrow. Almost like a whisper, only just audible as he remained still. His eyes focused out of his window. Only the reflection coming from the occasional lightning revealing Zikarns face. His normal exprression of neutrality was exchanged with that of utterly pure hatred.
"You dare die on me... You kriffing dare leave me alone with these incompetent mongrols.... These....Wannabe Sith..."
Zikarn turned around with extreme speed, almost running straight to his office as he with full force hits his right hand down onto the table. His breathing heavy. His eyes narrowed and bloodshot.
"I hate you.... You hear me, Kelsa? I HATE YOU!"
His last sentence shouted out with full force as his right hand swooped everything from his desk. Both hands now firmly placed on the table.
"You left me.. Who else am I going to strive towards.... Who else is even worthy of my respect.. WHO, KELSA! WHO!"
He once again shouted before he suddenly fell down into his chair. His hands moving up to cover his face. Elbows leaned on the table now. His voice getting more and more angry by the second.
"You were my goal... But just as Sanguinis... You leave me... To have noone to strive for... To save my ass and others... Again.."
His voice was getting hoarse now, Zikarns voice falling down into a whisper once more.
"Your legacy will live on. And I will ensure that those responsible will pay for it. I swear this to you Kelsa, I will surpass you. I will become better. No matter what. I swear.."
He waves two fingers as the holo-device shut of.
