[member="Matsu Ike"]
It was then that as much he'd hope the distance would somehow help quell the rage growing within him. As it seems had before which was the reasoning he had for his somewhat erratic and slowly infrequent returns to the temple. Where in it seem his long absence had not either been missed or dismissed. As one would or even most perhaps surmised as just the nature of the beast and its trapping. Given that for the most part as much anyone knew he'd been more likely just been assign to scouting mission or such. As the growing influence of the darkside seems to loom over much if not for the greater part of the galaxy. Which could be debatable to most but not certainly in his point of view? For the deeper, he ventured into the darkness that it seems the faint glow of the light began to wane. Seem all but no less than a speckle rather than a shining beacon as it should. To which end it no less contributed to blurring the fine line of control he had within him.
As more and more it seems the rage threaten to take control and by some seem a faint miracle still resist. That he'd been able to hold out this long and not seem to raise any of the other Master suspicions. Or so he assumed at which case once in his mind. Speaking with the ancient holo-recording of the long departed Master. That was housed within the Holocron they just discovered. Did little to deter but seem to encourage in his mind a slow deterioration of the mental wall. That seems separated a part of memory in his past that all but. Brought a deep sense of dread or fear within him and yet like a moth to a fire. He could not or would not be able to seem to look away but instead be drawn deeper into it.
To which in a way he knew all too well a choice had been made....leave or run away as he had always done in the past. Or stay stand his ground and face the unknown for once. Place his faith that is such that things go south or worse. He could depend on Master Ike to assist in contain it.....however, or wherever it may lead. Even if it meant ill for him....as if nothing else. To be finally free or be done with the torment that silently or secretly plagued him since his return. Felt more of a relief and desirable conclusion if it ever came to that.
And so once he'd gone as far he could that his legs ached from the strain of walking such a distance aimlessly thru the unfamiliar rough terrain. That he finally fell to his knees as the throbbing pain in his head seems to intensify. That he could have sworn it felt as it would burst any moment.
But then at that time, a faint sound of rustling footsteps made him glance up and saw the silhouette. Faint as it was at first before slowly come ever closer to him. Speak not a word its face shrouded by the shadow of the darken cloak. It extended a pale hand out its fold towards him. Make him shudder a bit away but eventually, it came close enough. That it stroke his head, brush its cold fingers from the top his head and stop midway. Pause to cup one ear as without hearing a sound spoken he could have sworn to somehow hear. One short sentence is utter.....
'Remeber......resistance is futile as there no denying the truth.....set yourself free....let go.'
And it seems at that time that from his point view that pressure seems to feel the greatest that while he held back as best he could. He felt just couldn't to a point that as much he held it in that his very soul or every fiber within him fought for some release from pressure bear down on him. That all could do was let out a painful scream as he then with his hand barely let go from cup his ear that he fell down on all four. Wincing as much he seemed wail in pain as before his eyes thru the very depth his mind the images came to slip thru. Where standing over what seem been the burnt out wreckage of some sort crash ship and with it something else....something as if however strange it would seem....that he was there....actually there....that it felt and seem so real to him to a point....with the air seems heavy with the burnt smell of mix inorganic and organic scent. That he hears a crackling voice that intermittently came thru between gasp for air and fits of choke cough.
'...and they thought me mad....well.... it does not matter now.... for I do not as a failure ....for soon they would all know....that I was right all along...'
And with that, he feels whatever it was he was experiencing shifted as such that he could clearly see a form lay sprawled at his feet. As old and feeble the being was with its face cover beneath the shadow of chard cloak hood that it seems felt all too familiar. That it was not so much a dream or a nightmare....but something else of a different kind. That by then feel a hard lump form within his troats as dry and parched as it was that it felt so strange or oddly surreal. That despite how bad the landscape around him was that he did not feel pain....remoarse nor seem anything else. Other than seem just being there at that moment at that point in time. When from hindsight he felt before see it....the cloak hooded fiend that seem have haunted his dreams and every bit of his wake hour. Standing there as if seem oblivious of his presence before the drop down on one knee beside the broken figure who's cloak hood slowly began falling back. To reveal a face....one which seems rock him to his core. For although he didn't know it then he could have sworn to have seen his face before. But then before he could utter nor wrack his brain to try to remember that he saw it.
The kneeling figure draws back his hand towards his waist where draw out a small metallic object. Which no sooner as it came to rest by the fallen chest. That the figure spoke....voice seem all incoherent at first that it seems like was speak in a strange tongue he did not recognize up until the very last second. That voice began to change and slow seems came to understand what was being said. Along with the fact that the fallen was none other than the Master whom he was said been with the day that he'd disappeared. For reason unknown or for what mission so few knew as the record had been at first said been sealed or said be non-existent.
'.....yes you were right.....the darkness never rest.....never sleeps....never can be trusted....like a plague ...a disease...one can never argue nor reason with it....and all one can do is to make sure snuff it out without a second thought..with resolve.'
And with that, the dark figure hunched over to ignite the saber as it then dug deep into the fallen chest. Snuff out his life just like that then turn its head that he saw its eyes. Stare back at him as if both longing as much it was famillar.....as it soon hit him like a ton of bricks all at once. As the eye staring back at him was his own....which left him so confused and broken that it all hit him all at once. That this was no mere vision but was simply a glimpse of a passing memory which either given to the strong bond or affinity the force had to this place... its history or something else. That it made all to easy for pass bleed into the present...
Cause his mind to seem to be so overwhelming that before he knew it Ronin fell. Slump over to the side feels so drain as much as he was torn by what he'd witness. That he felt frozen and unable to will himself to even stand....as he lay there alone lost in his mind if but for a moment. As seem his whole being tried its eagerness to recover from the unexpected events of that day.
