Adean Castor
built on lies
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Breath caught in her throat, Adean's brain tripped over what to say, what to do, as the individual - no, creature, for they had long forgone the confines of sanity - addressed her. Or did it? The way they spoke, they way they moved, it was impossible to tell if they really saw her.
That sparked an idea, albeit vague in concept. But with such an entity claimed by madness, perhaps anything definite would be a bane more than a boon.
"I've always been here," the Epicanthix answered, voice landing in the middle ground between loud and soft. She schooled her face to remain blank, facing the maddened Sith head-on but always looking past them. Her mental faculties were well guarded by the nature of her blood yet she had also trained herself to silence her mind. In times of need, it would only freeze her. "Don't you remember?"
Distance was important. In all aspects, she strive to remain just out of reach. Perceived, but only so much as to call her entire being into question. And then, once the time was right, to flip everything on its head.
"It's happening again, isn't it? You're fading."