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Obsession.
That was the correct word, wasn't it? The act of spending every waking hour aand every free moment diving after a single objective? At least, that was the term being tossed around behind the Knight's back. It was no secret that Rience was not the most social of the Knighthood - at least, not in recent history. Given the fact that he was formerly the Lord Commander, one would have thought that he would go out of his way to retain some semblance of the former visage. Of a passionate man leading the charge against the nation's adversaries. Yet, Rience existed in complete contrast. Gone were the bulky plates which made up his former armor. In their place? A standard attire from the armory - one which befitted investigations and breaching locales.
He kept to himself. During sorties he did his job extremely well - he kept his comrades alive.
But as soon as the reports were filed and the day was done? Rience made a b-line for the Archives. There, he would stand - bouncing from holocron to tome. From tome to scroll. He scoured every resource he could get his hands on. And, when whatever trail he was on went cold, he'd be the first to sign up for retrieval missions. It didn't matter how dangerous an unearthed temple seemed - if there was the potential to find additional resources? He was there.
Obsession. That might have been the correct word on the outside. But for the Knight, the word he chose was devotion. All of his efforts were going towards answering a single problem. A cure. An end to the plague which had dominated the life of one quite special. While she had seen fit to embrace this "gift", the Hunter balked at the changes. She was ice - and not metaphorically. Her skin was frigid to the touch. Her flesh as sturdy as stone. She could move mountains more or less, but would that be suitable for rearing their children? Surely, if he could find an end to this night of hers, then she could make the choice. See reason, perhaps.
He wouldn't force her - but he would do his best.
This day, Rience could be found within the Archives per the usual. He stood, tome in hand, whilst several others were suspended by the Force. Each flipping idly whilst he skimmed their contents. It was a dizzying display - but the man knew what he was after. A mixture of concentration mingled with frustration tinged his expression - for yet again this was going nowhere. He'd be lying if he said the temptation to give up wasn't strong.
Obsession.
That was the correct word, wasn't it? The act of spending every waking hour aand every free moment diving after a single objective? At least, that was the term being tossed around behind the Knight's back. It was no secret that Rience was not the most social of the Knighthood - at least, not in recent history. Given the fact that he was formerly the Lord Commander, one would have thought that he would go out of his way to retain some semblance of the former visage. Of a passionate man leading the charge against the nation's adversaries. Yet, Rience existed in complete contrast. Gone were the bulky plates which made up his former armor. In their place? A standard attire from the armory - one which befitted investigations and breaching locales.
He kept to himself. During sorties he did his job extremely well - he kept his comrades alive.
But as soon as the reports were filed and the day was done? Rience made a b-line for the Archives. There, he would stand - bouncing from holocron to tome. From tome to scroll. He scoured every resource he could get his hands on. And, when whatever trail he was on went cold, he'd be the first to sign up for retrieval missions. It didn't matter how dangerous an unearthed temple seemed - if there was the potential to find additional resources? He was there.
Obsession. That might have been the correct word on the outside. But for the Knight, the word he chose was devotion. All of his efforts were going towards answering a single problem. A cure. An end to the plague which had dominated the life of one quite special. While she had seen fit to embrace this "gift", the Hunter balked at the changes. She was ice - and not metaphorically. Her skin was frigid to the touch. Her flesh as sturdy as stone. She could move mountains more or less, but would that be suitable for rearing their children? Surely, if he could find an end to this night of hers, then she could make the choice. See reason, perhaps.
He wouldn't force her - but he would do his best.
This day, Rience could be found within the Archives per the usual. He stood, tome in hand, whilst several others were suspended by the Force. Each flipping idly whilst he skimmed their contents. It was a dizzying display - but the man knew what he was after. A mixture of concentration mingled with frustration tinged his expression - for yet again this was going nowhere. He'd be lying if he said the temptation to give up wasn't strong.