Requiem of Life and Rebirth
Outfit: Clothing |
Right Arm |
Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber |
Vibrosword
"That Empire is gone."
The way Kahlil said those words specifically didn't necessarily sit right on Azurine's mind. Whether true or not, it felt as if there was something about the statement that was being left out almost intentionally.
Moving her hanging sleeve back and out of the way, she held her arm out still to be looked at. There wasn't much damage, if any. What might have been a different problem for someone else in terms of bleeding looked more like she'd just nicked her skin on a couple of sharp rocks; barely any blood to be found and already scabbing over. If scratches like that could barely leave a mark on her skin that was biologically capable of withstanding more damage and pain, one might only imagine what kind of harsh battles she'd been in over her lifetime for her to have the couple visible scars on the bottom her her lip and across her right eyebrow that she
did have, or how many she may have that were not visible under clothing.
"Thanks, it's probably fine, though. I've taken much harder blows before," she said, hoping it came out more reassuring than it did in her head so that he'd focus on whatever injuries he and Valery had rather than hers. The worst thing she felt in that moment was exhausted, like she hadn't truly slept in days, and she didn't think that was only from the fight.
She still remembered all of those things that had been said to her in the past about her power by the inquisitor who'd attempted to break her, how Kynn had looked her in the eyes and told her that she was stronger in the force than he ever was and the strength of their bond was proof that. Even now, she still didn't think she believed him.
"I still think you all would have been better off if he'd been the one who survived, not me. I'm no jedi ... I never was." her voice was soft, though laced with a dry chuckle, tears once again coming to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, not wanting to look like a mess all over again even if she felt like one. What she failed to see in herself though was how she had the heart, the will, and the convictions of one long before she had ever been set on the path. She embodied these, forged and tested in the darkness itself only to come out holding the flames that would make them stronger.
"I don't know if I can be what you want me to be or what everyone who's given their life to protect me thought I could be ..." Azzie hesitated, gritting her teeth to hold back the tears, and turned to look Valery and Kahlil directly in the eyes, her own holding a spark of that fire that hadn't yet made itself fully known until now.
"But I dedicated the entirety of my life to being one huge thorn in the Empire's side, and if any remnant of them is still around or anyone like them after everything we did to bring it down, then I sure as hell won't be stopping in that endeavor any time soon."
She grabbed Valery's hand, giving it a small squeeze. The sleepiness was really beginning to hit her hard like she'd been sucker punched with it and slammed right into the metaphorical wall,
"Maybe ... Maybe I'll never be ready, but I'll never know if I sit out here and hide from uncertainties." She didn't know if that sentiment came from her minds desire to escape from the reality, her own hardheaded perseverance, or a little bit of both, but it was true nonetheless.