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29-04-2023, 10:45 PM
The holorecording flickered into life with its soft blue crackling, revealing a mat of black hair over a face which stared into the recording. Her head was rested on her hands, crimson eyes settled on the device as if it were an unsolvable mystery to her.
Picking herself up she allowed a long, extended yawn to escape her lips. Sleepily she rubbed her eyes before reaching for a steaming glass which she wrapped her hands around. Her long nails tapped against the glass as she took a sip, before finally starting to speak.
“I’ve just woken up. So forgive me, future me..forgive me for being half asleep. I fell asleep in the archives, and I’m pretty sure I barely avoided the wrath of the assistant lorekeeper. Though that’s besides the point. We had a trial yesterday but for the first time I actually felt like I wasn’t allowed or meant to be who I want to be.
Instead of exploring on my own, testing my boundaries and others’ boundaries..I stuck with my own kind. Instead of thriving outside of my environment as the ‘superior’ being that I’m meant to be..I grouped up with five others. Which is far from a bad call from a logical standpoint, of course. It just left me with more emptiness though, as I did not do things on my own.
There was no mettle on my end. In fact, I dare say there was no mettle amongst any of the purebloods. There was only the survival of the pure. Survival of the better ones..”
A deep sigh left her lips before she went to sip the steaming liquid from the glass. Avestia shivered before placing the glass down and continuing. The pureblood seemed unusually focused for how drowsy her voice gave away she was.
“To avoid risk, Cadeus killed the Chiss..what’s her name again? Sara, that’s it. Never really interacted with her. Actually haven’t interacted at all with the recent additions to the powerbase, so I’m honestly not sure what to think of her death.
Death of a force user is something else though. The Force is a gift and an amazing one at that, yet we’re killing one another over who is stronger or purer. We squander such gifts, and while I am not sure of how ‘prominent’ of a Sith she could have been, now she did not receive such chance at all. A life of interacting with others, peers, family, superiors..all taken away as if a candle was extinguished in a storm of superiority syndrome.
Yet it’s pruning the pure tree of the weak, right? So? I honestly don’t know anymore. All I know is that next time I won’t be this obedient towards someone who tells me I should stick with my own kind. I’ll do what I see fit, thank you very much. That should also positively affect my notes.
A part of me is glad that Tasha didn’t ask me if I knew anything. Because I do not wish to lie to her, and because I can’t recall actually having had a proper reason or validation behind not knowing anything about the Chiss and her disappearance.”
With a soft click she ended the recording, the image fading away with the sound of soft drinking in the background.
Picking herself up she allowed a long, extended yawn to escape her lips. Sleepily she rubbed her eyes before reaching for a steaming glass which she wrapped her hands around. Her long nails tapped against the glass as she took a sip, before finally starting to speak.
“I’ve just woken up. So forgive me, future me..forgive me for being half asleep. I fell asleep in the archives, and I’m pretty sure I barely avoided the wrath of the assistant lorekeeper. Though that’s besides the point. We had a trial yesterday but for the first time I actually felt like I wasn’t allowed or meant to be who I want to be.
Instead of exploring on my own, testing my boundaries and others’ boundaries..I stuck with my own kind. Instead of thriving outside of my environment as the ‘superior’ being that I’m meant to be..I grouped up with five others. Which is far from a bad call from a logical standpoint, of course. It just left me with more emptiness though, as I did not do things on my own.
There was no mettle on my end. In fact, I dare say there was no mettle amongst any of the purebloods. There was only the survival of the pure. Survival of the better ones..”
A deep sigh left her lips before she went to sip the steaming liquid from the glass. Avestia shivered before placing the glass down and continuing. The pureblood seemed unusually focused for how drowsy her voice gave away she was.
“To avoid risk, Cadeus killed the Chiss..what’s her name again? Sara, that’s it. Never really interacted with her. Actually haven’t interacted at all with the recent additions to the powerbase, so I’m honestly not sure what to think of her death.
Death of a force user is something else though. The Force is a gift and an amazing one at that, yet we’re killing one another over who is stronger or purer. We squander such gifts, and while I am not sure of how ‘prominent’ of a Sith she could have been, now she did not receive such chance at all. A life of interacting with others, peers, family, superiors..all taken away as if a candle was extinguished in a storm of superiority syndrome.
Yet it’s pruning the pure tree of the weak, right? So? I honestly don’t know anymore. All I know is that next time I won’t be this obedient towards someone who tells me I should stick with my own kind. I’ll do what I see fit, thank you very much. That should also positively affect my notes.
A part of me is glad that Tasha didn’t ask me if I knew anything. Because I do not wish to lie to her, and because I can’t recall actually having had a proper reason or validation behind not knowing anything about the Chiss and her disappearance.”
With a soft click she ended the recording, the image fading away with the sound of soft drinking in the background.
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