Life Ends, but the Mind does Not (Enigma)

[Harrip]

Harrip looked at his claws questioningly, their long two-inch surface glossy slightly. "Eh...." Harrip hesitated before continuing, "They are more like fingers than claws, they have nerve ends in there and are a little sensitive to files and most other sort of things." He hoped he was not out of line. He had tried cutting down the claws, but it had ended with blood and rakghoul poison all over the place and he had felt a lot of pain there for many months afterwords. He wondered why this Sith was treating him so, sure she had been a slave as well, but she was a Sith. Too kind for a Sith, yet she seemed Sith to him. Maybe he was wrong... No, a Jedi would not bring back a beast for its plague to be used as a weapon. This woman was a Sith, she was just being nice to the monster that would be a guard for her. He was sure she was capable of such atrocities as he had seen less kind Sith commit as easily. But he was no longer sure, he opened his mouth again and asked quietly, with dread. "Are you a..Sith?"

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[Onrai]

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Well... My flesh is corrupting due to the Dark Side. I just brought you back to life without failure using an intricate ritual no Dark Jedi would be learned enough to successfully complete. I'm an atypical Sith, yes, but make no mistake about it . I am indeed a Sith." She paused. "In that case, I'll need to make you some gloves to blunt the sharpness of those claws."

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[Harrip]

Harrip thought as much, he wasn't surprised. The gloves sounded interesting but he feared what other properties they may have. It would be foolish of him to simply trust a Sith, even if she was atypical. "What would you have me do then? I will obey." He bent at the knees and sank to kneel in front of his new master. He owed her his life even if he did not like it. But then she had brought him back to life, so his life was hers to command. A debt had been made and Harrip only hoped that one day he could fulfill it. He didn't quite know why he suddenly brought it up, but he felt that it might gratify the Sith to know that he was absolutely under her control.

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[Onrai]

"For now, just enjoy being alive once more, alright?" She smiled. "When I have need of you, you will know. You're a servant, not a slave. There's a distinct difference. You could ask me for freedom, and I would likely grant it - but is it really such a wise idea to desire such a thing when you know the end result will be your shunning as a monster and outcast? We're all monsters when it comes to Sith, anyways..." She gave a dark grin.

"I care, if that means anything."

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[Harrip]

"To tell the truth, I do not enjoy being in the galaxy, but I wish to find a purpose that feels in line with my heart. While my body is a monster my mind is still the person from so many years ago, and the mind is what controls the body." He snapped back, adding to himself in his mind, "Not that the mind always controls the body." He was taken aback, truly sorry for how he had said that and hoped that she could forgive him that small grievance. At the same time he felt incredibly thankful to her for just stating that she cared. So few did when one appeared to be an unthinking unintelligent beast of destruction. He spoke a quickly after to make sure that he was not mistaken in his gratitude. "Don't take me wrong. I am truly in your debt for your kindness and I will always come at your call, but I have to find my place. Wherever that may be. If you could understand..." He knew he should not have said that last part and regretted it a little.

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[Onrai]

"I understand... But the best place for you right now is with me." She motioned to herself. "In that body, no one, regardless of how smart you are and how sane you've become, is going to want you to do anything. You're a rakghoul. That scares them greatly." She sighed. "Even my sorcery can't countereffect the Sith magic that's made your body into what it is now."

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[Harrip]

"Then I shall stay. Mistress Circe of the family Savan. Your servant until such time as you see fit to discharge me from your services... or my or your death separates us." He had said that only to see if his ability to speak was once more similar to human rather than the Rakghoul. It was nice to be able to speak in such interesting ways. He was simply putting his thoughts into words, now... now the debt was sealed. His life was hers to command. He had picked up a name for it from the Wookiees. A 'life debt' he had found it to be a most intriguing and very thought-provoking concept for one would only be given to one who earned it. He hoped that this woman would somehow understand that.

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