Amnell de Portiers
The Girl With An Expiration Date
"I do really, truly hope so." Amnell wasn't quite ready to entire get her hopes up, but she was getting there. It was just taking a little more time than most folks. Reaching out, she gently took his hand and slowly rose to her feet. Her body protested nearly instantly, but she managed to keep the pain hidden from view.
His next words, weren't quite what she had expected. Then again, they were already past her point of expectation. There was no hiding anything from him. That she was just beginning to understand. Her eyes fell away to the ground, and a heavy sigh followed. "You may. I know I'm afraid. Who wouldn't be? The clock is ticking, every second, every day. And it's a weight on my shoulders. I fear losing it all. I'm terrified of how it's going to end. There's only so much pain a person can physically endure, before they break."
She could feel tears trying to escape, and was quick to brush any trace of them aside. "I worry that if I ever cross that threshold, that I'll be so broken, so torn apart that nothing can put me back together." Fear. How long had it dominated her waking thoughts, she wondered. How it had gone unnoticed, and these fears long unspoken, that she couldn't figure out. It made her think, and wonder if they'd always been there and she'd just managed to not notice, to not be honest with herself. Maybe, she'd already crossed that line and not known.
She ran a hand through her hair, thinking for a moment and trying to regain her composure once more. At least they'd moved on with the subject, and for a little while she could think about something else while they walked through the quiet streets. "What I actually know is ... limited. I'm told I've some natural talent with using it to control pain, when it gets out of hand. It wasn't something anyone taught me, just something that I think happened out of need and unfortunately desperation." The force was strange like that, Amnell had been able to pick up some small bit of skill simply because it had been needed to get by for a long while. That was back before the first transplant.
"And I know what I've seen of Jedi in movies, and read in books." She gave a slight shrug, "There was a Jedi a long time ago that spoke with me. But ultimately turned me away from training because of how frail I was at the time. Beyond that, I've not seen much. Wars and the like I've generally tried to stay out of. I'm a simple engineer. There was never a need really. I just, fix things. So, seeing it in use has been few and far between. I'm afraid that's it really. Rudimentary knowledge at best."
[member="Kahne Porte"]
His next words, weren't quite what she had expected. Then again, they were already past her point of expectation. There was no hiding anything from him. That she was just beginning to understand. Her eyes fell away to the ground, and a heavy sigh followed. "You may. I know I'm afraid. Who wouldn't be? The clock is ticking, every second, every day. And it's a weight on my shoulders. I fear losing it all. I'm terrified of how it's going to end. There's only so much pain a person can physically endure, before they break."
She could feel tears trying to escape, and was quick to brush any trace of them aside. "I worry that if I ever cross that threshold, that I'll be so broken, so torn apart that nothing can put me back together." Fear. How long had it dominated her waking thoughts, she wondered. How it had gone unnoticed, and these fears long unspoken, that she couldn't figure out. It made her think, and wonder if they'd always been there and she'd just managed to not notice, to not be honest with herself. Maybe, she'd already crossed that line and not known.
She ran a hand through her hair, thinking for a moment and trying to regain her composure once more. At least they'd moved on with the subject, and for a little while she could think about something else while they walked through the quiet streets. "What I actually know is ... limited. I'm told I've some natural talent with using it to control pain, when it gets out of hand. It wasn't something anyone taught me, just something that I think happened out of need and unfortunately desperation." The force was strange like that, Amnell had been able to pick up some small bit of skill simply because it had been needed to get by for a long while. That was back before the first transplant.
"And I know what I've seen of Jedi in movies, and read in books." She gave a slight shrug, "There was a Jedi a long time ago that spoke with me. But ultimately turned me away from training because of how frail I was at the time. Beyond that, I've not seen much. Wars and the like I've generally tried to stay out of. I'm a simple engineer. There was never a need really. I just, fix things. So, seeing it in use has been few and far between. I'm afraid that's it really. Rudimentary knowledge at best."
[member="Kahne Porte"]