In Want of the Light (Hayato)

[Yox Dikai]

[member="Hayato"]


Rhysio sat back, leaning against the wall of the Sanctum, eyes shaded by his hands that he cupped around his face. That introduction with the Knights certainly went well. He can't exactly blame them for the curt and brusque response. He hadn't exactly been the politest. Indignation stirred through him. He could destroy them. It would be easy. Bring the roof down on their arrogant heads. He clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and tried to shove that thought away. The urges had been getting stronger as his father got worse and worse. It's what drove him here to seek training to learn to control it.

Force help him. He didn't want to be a murderer. A killer. He wanted to be a hero. Someone worthy. Someone who could be respected. Not pitied. He was slipping. He could tell it was beginning to happen. Darkness surrounded him like a shadow. It hadn't always been like this, He couldn't fight this either. Every time he tried, it grew worse. Tears stung his eyes, and he wiped them away.

Was there anyone who could help him? Or was he on his own? There wouldn't be anything new with that. He'd been alone for years now, essentially. He doubted he could get out of this on his own though.

 

[Atlas Kane]

The old Jedi, clad in Atrisian Robes was currently just wandering through the corridors of the sanctum. He had just enjoyed a nice cup of tea with a fellow instructor and was now on his way to meditate a bit. Meditation had become a big part of the Jedi's life ever since he joined the Jedi Order and it continued to be one after he left it. It had always brought him a sense of calm and serenity, which was quite useful when some introspection was needed or when he had to make important decisions. It had also helped him a lot with controlling his anger. Since at the time he joined the Jedi Order, he was full of hate and anger at the world and just wanted to unleash all of that anger on the people who had destroyed his home, but thanks to a particular Jedi Master and her teachings, he learned to control his anger and to forget his hate. It wasn't an instantaneous occurrence though. It took him many years to finally let go of his anger and hate completely and he definitely had a couple set-backs during the whole thing, but at the end, it was worth it and now he was a more peaceful and calm individual.

After a bit of walking Hayato sensed an emotion that was all too familiar to him. It was a dark and potentially devastating emotion. One that he himself had overcome. There was someone near him who was feeling a deep hate, but that person also felt fear. Of what the Jedi couldn't tell, but he was curious now and he wanted to help. He tried to locate the source of these emotions and found a lone trainee just leaning against a wall. The old Atrisian wasn't sure what had happened to cause the man such anger, but he was sure going to find out. He walked up to the man and leaned against the wall next to him. After a moment or two he asked, with a calm and friendly voice "Mind if I stand here?"

[member="Rhysio Nalle "]

 

[Yox Dikai]

Rhysio blinked, surprised at the question. He looked up, studying the man next to him. He quickly wiped away the tears stinging the corner of his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to restore his composure. He looked back up again and shrugged. Why not? He had no particular claim on this section of the wall.

"Go ahead. It's not my wall after all." He raised his hands to encompass a vague sense of area all around. "It isn't even my planet." He'd took a passenger ship to join to avoid trouble. He didn't want too many questions from indifferent officials, and he had gotten to know the knights on his home planet better than he would have appreciated given the circumstances.

He dropped his hands and rested his chin on his knees, pulling them up closer to himself, rocking slightly. Now he had to stay. To do otherwise would indicate he did have a claim on the wall, which he certainly didn't. Now to hope the man might leave soon. Or do something, at least. Sitting here was getting awkward. He cleared his throat with a quiet cough, unsure of how to proceed.



[member="Hayato"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

For a moment the Jedi just stood there, looking away, off into the distant nothing, just wondering what could cause the deep anger and sadness the young man next to him felt. It was a weird feeling, as if the roles had been reversed. He was now the one who would help someone else from the path that would lead to darkness. In a way he was glad. It showed him that he had come far since his time as a Padawan, but on the other side it also saddened him a bit. To see that others would struggle with the same emotions he had to struggle with all those years.

After a short while the Atrisian turned to the trainee "If you're not from here, where do you come from then?" He asked. Asking the obvious questions about his emotions might've scared the man away, so Hayato decided to go the route his master had gone, by easing the mood with a couple casual questions first. After all, he didn't want to scare the trainee away by asking questions about his private matters, to which his emotions would most likely be tied. He was still a stranger after all, and only seldom do people open up to strangers immediately.

@Rhysio Nalle

 

[Yox Dikai]

Rhysio sat, butterflies dancing a mad, cavorting dance through his insides while the man stood there, wishing to say something, but not entirely sure what. Then the question came, and he opened his mouth to utter a sharp retort, but stopped. Did it really matter? Would snapping away at an innocent question help him? No. It would not. He actually had a strong feeling that it would make things worse. He chewed his lip for a moment, and then spoke.

"Hypori was where I'ived for most of my life." He didn't say it was his home. He didn't say he was born there. Neither statement would,be true, and he really didn't know the answer to either question. "Why do you want to know though? Looking to send me back?" That certainly wouldn't surprise him. Nobody wanted him. Respectable,people didn't want to be around an angry young man who carried he name of a man who disgraced himself in his grief and the less respectable ones feared him and his power, always expecting him to whip out a lightsaber and murder them all. His father sure didn't want him around, always reminding him of what he saw as his greatest failure. Go elsewhere, everyone said. Find others. So he did, but nothing changed. Now he might even be able to add the knights to the list.

[member="Hayato"]