"I sort of did, myself. Sort of, anyway..." He would admit, biting his lip and just closing his eyes. "It was less running away though, and more just... Trying to recover. How does one live their entire life in service to something... To a group of people... And then during the happiest period of your life... They just turn their backs on you, and take it all away because they wanted power for themselves? How does one recover from that? I... I don't know if I ever will, I'll admit..." He spoke with a light sigh.
"I never did. All I could do was... Go away for awhile. Try to live normally. But I couldn't. I couldn't stay away. And so here I am... In servitude again. To the same people who include folks who turned on me the moment it was convenient for them. It's one of the reasons I primarily work alone. But.... The temptation is still there, to just.... You know, someday... Run away from it all. Just take Shmi and run. Get away from all of this. Settle down, start a family... Reclaim the life that was taken away from me when I was just a child."
Josh shook his head. "But I know no matter what... I'll always go back, Kay. It's just...
It's just who I am now..."
Josh opened his eyes and just stared at the sights for a little while.
"But... Is this really what I'm destined to do? To serve, until they turn on me again? And then... Just take it? Pretend it never happened and look them in the eyes and pretend that these people didn't lie to me? Didn't stand in front of me and call me unfit for my position, when I had done nothing wrong and had only just gotten started? To see everything I had lived through, everything I had built, everything I had experienced... Just crumble around me because people were selfish?"
He buried his chin in his palms.
"I... Never quite got over it. I try to be upbeat on the outside, but inside, that memory still torments me. It's a cruel reminder that at any moment... Whether it's the Republic, the Silvers, or some other Order... They won't hesitate to throw me under the bus if it benefits them. It's a cruel reminder that it can just so easily happen again... Just so long as it lines up with their agenda. It's a cruel reminder that in many cases... Some Jedi can be just as cruel, just as conniving and ambitious... Just as evil as the Sith. And deep down... It disgusts me. Deep down... Part of me wants to hunt down the people who did this to me, and... I... I don't know what I'd do if that day came. Would I kill them? Would I go on some long-winded speech about being a proper Jedi? Would I take the Force away from them because they are not truly Jedi? I.... I don't know what I'd do if faced with my demons.
I... I don't know if I want to."
He moved a bit of hair from his face.
"I wish things were as fun, and black and white as they used to be. When I was just... You know, a Jedi. And I was happy just being that. But now, what is a Jedi now? It used to be so simple... And I couldn't see myself doing anything else, ever. I wanted to serve the Jedi forever, it was my life... I loved it more then even my life itself.
And yet now... All that part of me wants to do is run. The fun is over. Now I do it because I feel obligated to... Like if I don't... Then the Jedi will just be represented by... Well...
Those..."
He sighed again.
"And sometimes I almost do it. Sometimes... I almost run. But I always come back... I can never escape.
I never will..."
[member="Lady Kay"]