Mirien Valdier
Ice Queen
Mirien shook her head, "I was rather fond of that desk, the secret hiding places in it, tsk tsk, I'll miss it."
"But I didn't choose. I woke up, not knowing who I was or the things I'd done. I still don't know. I only have bits and pieces of that past. What the hell is going to happen to me when I finally do remember it all? Because sooner or later that seems it's going to be the case. My memories, slowly, bit by bit are coming back. It may still be a while longer before I get it all back but still.... I'm not sure those things can be easily shrugged off, or that they won't destroy me."
She shrugged and curled herself into a small ball, against Siobhan "And while I appreciate the thought, the thought that you'd never let me become that person again, that does mean a lot. The future, what will come in the future is what I worry about. "
Mirien buried her head in her hands and sighed so heavily, "The problem isn't Elpsis." She only now glanced back to Sio, with the first tears slipping down her cheeks, "It isn't her or what she thinks of me. God knows her mother still probably wants to see me dead." She shook her head once more, "The problem isn't that. Elpsis may not hate me, or think me a monster. The problem is, I do." And maybe that had always been the problem and Mirien just hadn't come around to accepting what she thought of herself, or what she believed her actions made her.
She had never come to terms with the fact that she at had been two separate people. The Sith, the woman she was until Atrisia, and then after that fall, that injury she was something else entirely. The person after that accident she still hadn't figured out. Most folks had some idea of who they were, who they are, and Mirien had yet to put it all together. Her circumstances made that a bit difficult. It's hard to know where you are going when you don't know where you've been.
"That is the problem, and hell if I know how to deal with what I think of me."
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
"But I didn't choose. I woke up, not knowing who I was or the things I'd done. I still don't know. I only have bits and pieces of that past. What the hell is going to happen to me when I finally do remember it all? Because sooner or later that seems it's going to be the case. My memories, slowly, bit by bit are coming back. It may still be a while longer before I get it all back but still.... I'm not sure those things can be easily shrugged off, or that they won't destroy me."
She shrugged and curled herself into a small ball, against Siobhan "And while I appreciate the thought, the thought that you'd never let me become that person again, that does mean a lot. The future, what will come in the future is what I worry about. "
Mirien buried her head in her hands and sighed so heavily, "The problem isn't Elpsis." She only now glanced back to Sio, with the first tears slipping down her cheeks, "It isn't her or what she thinks of me. God knows her mother still probably wants to see me dead." She shook her head once more, "The problem isn't that. Elpsis may not hate me, or think me a monster. The problem is, I do." And maybe that had always been the problem and Mirien just hadn't come around to accepting what she thought of herself, or what she believed her actions made her.
She had never come to terms with the fact that she at had been two separate people. The Sith, the woman she was until Atrisia, and then after that fall, that injury she was something else entirely. The person after that accident she still hadn't figured out. Most folks had some idea of who they were, who they are, and Mirien had yet to put it all together. Her circumstances made that a bit difficult. It's hard to know where you are going when you don't know where you've been.
"That is the problem, and hell if I know how to deal with what I think of me."
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]