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He had loved her once.
It was a fleeting remnant of the man that he had once been, and it was an infantile thing: a bond forged through years of shared trials and tribulations that had ended with naught but bitterness. Cedric had kept such feelings to himself, of course. It had been his own fault for allowing himself to form such an attachment, something of which he had grown to be far more careful of in the days that had followed.
None of that mattered now. For all intents and purposes, Cedric Grayson had died during the battle of Dubrillon. The man that had returned from that battle was entirely different from the one that had walked into it, and true warm death had followed in the months later, or so it felt at the very least.
Not once during his campaigns had thoughts of [member="Romi Jade"] entered his mind. The Jedi had replaced her, cast her aside from the place she had held in his heart in favor of another, one which he had known would not leave him so embittered. She, however, was gone too, and it had been many months since Cedric's mind had turned toward any such mortal concerns.
So it was that he found himself shocked as he was called from his slumber. He did not know why, or how it had happened, but he knew that it had something to do with Romi. His eyes shot open, revealing a seemingly endless meadow that carried on far past where his sight ended. Rather than combat armor, he was clad in the simple black robes of Ession. He ran a hand over his head, and was surprised to feel smooth skin where normally veined scar tissue jutted out. It occurred to him then that this was not reality, but some form of dreamscape.
It was of Romi's creation.
"Why have I been called here?" Cedric asked the skies, caution in his voice. This was not the realm of death that he had called home for so long. The youth's brow furrowed, "What's happened to you Romi?"
It was a fleeting remnant of the man that he had once been, and it was an infantile thing: a bond forged through years of shared trials and tribulations that had ended with naught but bitterness. Cedric had kept such feelings to himself, of course. It had been his own fault for allowing himself to form such an attachment, something of which he had grown to be far more careful of in the days that had followed.
None of that mattered now. For all intents and purposes, Cedric Grayson had died during the battle of Dubrillon. The man that had returned from that battle was entirely different from the one that had walked into it, and true warm death had followed in the months later, or so it felt at the very least.
Not once during his campaigns had thoughts of [member="Romi Jade"] entered his mind. The Jedi had replaced her, cast her aside from the place she had held in his heart in favor of another, one which he had known would not leave him so embittered. She, however, was gone too, and it had been many months since Cedric's mind had turned toward any such mortal concerns.
So it was that he found himself shocked as he was called from his slumber. He did not know why, or how it had happened, but he knew that it had something to do with Romi. His eyes shot open, revealing a seemingly endless meadow that carried on far past where his sight ended. Rather than combat armor, he was clad in the simple black robes of Ession. He ran a hand over his head, and was surprised to feel smooth skin where normally veined scar tissue jutted out. It occurred to him then that this was not reality, but some form of dreamscape.
It was of Romi's creation.
"Why have I been called here?" Cedric asked the skies, caution in his voice. This was not the realm of death that he had called home for so long. The youth's brow furrowed, "What's happened to you Romi?"
