walk in the light
Apprentice:
Ishida Ashina
Foes: Laoth
All around them, death.
This was the Force.
As much as life if not more.
Sardun followed behind his padawan. Slower and with no rush. While Ishida heard the cries of help, Sardun already knew they were too late. The thrum in the Light made that clear. And to rush into dangerous for the benefit of the dying? Well, you only ensured your own death in kind. The dead could not provide justice.
The dead could not mettle out judgement.
These were the things Sardun provided. Not the warmth of healing, which Bernard so foolishly tried to teach his Padawan. Not the path of forgiveness explained by Asmundr Varobalder when they were discussing the danger presented by Dagon Kaze .
Justice. Judgement.
Nothing less, nothing more. It would have to be enough.
By the time that Michael entered the clearing his suspicions were confirmed. The bond forged between Ish and himself had vibrated with pain.... and horror... and shame. A curious combination of feelings. When younger Michael might have been confused. But even as his Padawan tried to shield her inner-most thoughts, her Master could sense the surface of them. Skidding past. Difficult to grasp, but familiar.
"You attempted to practice what Padawan Bernard preached." Michael said simply as he came to stop next to her. His gauntleted hand reaching out to touch Ish's shoulder... and then withdrawing, before she could see the tentative motion of support.
No, this was not the time.
"And now... all around you.... death." His gaze followed that of his Padawan. A forged path of broken trees and branches. Where the Light had swept and forced abomination out. Temporarily anyway. "When I tell you something, I do not do so in ignorance. I do this... to spare you from the mistakes I made in my own youth."
No judgement here.
But no warmth either, never warmth, no.
"Erase your guilt. Rip out your hate. Excise everything in your heart except for one thing, duty. We will attempt to destroy this evil. Here and now. But there will be no pleasure or satisfaction."
The helmet hiding his face shifted to regard the broken bodies of Alliance personnel.
From his belt Sardun pulled out his hammer. Their immediate area cleared up ever so slightly. Light within and without. Their spines straightening up by themselves as they both responded to its call. "Too many have died already, because of this abomination. More will follow... unless we destroy it at its root."
And there his free hand did settle on Ish's shoulder. Not to support, instead to squeeze and ground his Padawan to the present.
"Think. Act after." Repeating himself again... and again. This seemed to be the most difficult lesson for Ish to learn.
Foes: Laoth
All around them, death.
This was the Force.
As much as life if not more.
Sardun followed behind his padawan. Slower and with no rush. While Ishida heard the cries of help, Sardun already knew they were too late. The thrum in the Light made that clear. And to rush into dangerous for the benefit of the dying? Well, you only ensured your own death in kind. The dead could not provide justice.
The dead could not mettle out judgement.
These were the things Sardun provided. Not the warmth of healing, which Bernard so foolishly tried to teach his Padawan. Not the path of forgiveness explained by Asmundr Varobalder when they were discussing the danger presented by Dagon Kaze .
Justice. Judgement.
Nothing less, nothing more. It would have to be enough.
By the time that Michael entered the clearing his suspicions were confirmed. The bond forged between Ish and himself had vibrated with pain.... and horror... and shame. A curious combination of feelings. When younger Michael might have been confused. But even as his Padawan tried to shield her inner-most thoughts, her Master could sense the surface of them. Skidding past. Difficult to grasp, but familiar.
"You attempted to practice what Padawan Bernard preached." Michael said simply as he came to stop next to her. His gauntleted hand reaching out to touch Ish's shoulder... and then withdrawing, before she could see the tentative motion of support.
No, this was not the time.
"And now... all around you.... death." His gaze followed that of his Padawan. A forged path of broken trees and branches. Where the Light had swept and forced abomination out. Temporarily anyway. "When I tell you something, I do not do so in ignorance. I do this... to spare you from the mistakes I made in my own youth."
No judgement here.
But no warmth either, never warmth, no.
"Erase your guilt. Rip out your hate. Excise everything in your heart except for one thing, duty. We will attempt to destroy this evil. Here and now. But there will be no pleasure or satisfaction."
The helmet hiding his face shifted to regard the broken bodies of Alliance personnel.
From his belt Sardun pulled out his hammer. Their immediate area cleared up ever so slightly. Light within and without. Their spines straightening up by themselves as they both responded to its call. "Too many have died already, because of this abomination. More will follow... unless we destroy it at its root."
And there his free hand did settle on Ish's shoulder. Not to support, instead to squeeze and ground his Padawan to the present.
"Think. Act after." Repeating himself again... and again. This seemed to be the most difficult lesson for Ish to learn.