Cora Passek
An Angel with a Shotgun
"No, I don't have a problem with that because I trust you, as a person. You've shown me you won't hurt me." To what extent, she wasn't exactly sure. Trusting had never been easy for her with anyone really. Though for some it did come a little more naturally and easily than others.
"And neither one of them are Sith monsters." She shrugged again, "I don't trust many people, Sio and you know that. Outside of you four, no one really and certainly no one who has the Force, outside of that select group. It's taken me years to even trust that many, because the majority that I have in the past have put a knife in my back, both literally and figuratively."
"And what I am supposed to do? Accept that I have this miraculous little power, that has brought me nothing but grief? My parents are gone. My sister, dead. Every fething blood relative I have, dead. Outside of you few, it's been nothing but pain and terror. The very kind of people, the same kind that occupied my mind, took my family away, took my innocence, and set me on a very dark path. Forgive me if I'm just not ready to deal with having that same power, and that same type of knowledge from the same type of being. I'm not ready for that. Certainly not when it feels like an extension of his invasion of my mind."
She sighed heavily, seeming a little calmer now. "Look, I don't mean to be snappy. I don't mean to be angry. Talking about it, makes it real. Painfully so. Reminds me that it wasn't just some terrible dream that I could wake from and forget. It fething hurts, and it's reminders of a past, that I very much want to be behind me."
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
"And neither one of them are Sith monsters." She shrugged again, "I don't trust many people, Sio and you know that. Outside of you four, no one really and certainly no one who has the Force, outside of that select group. It's taken me years to even trust that many, because the majority that I have in the past have put a knife in my back, both literally and figuratively."
"And what I am supposed to do? Accept that I have this miraculous little power, that has brought me nothing but grief? My parents are gone. My sister, dead. Every fething blood relative I have, dead. Outside of you few, it's been nothing but pain and terror. The very kind of people, the same kind that occupied my mind, took my family away, took my innocence, and set me on a very dark path. Forgive me if I'm just not ready to deal with having that same power, and that same type of knowledge from the same type of being. I'm not ready for that. Certainly not when it feels like an extension of his invasion of my mind."
She sighed heavily, seeming a little calmer now. "Look, I don't mean to be snappy. I don't mean to be angry. Talking about it, makes it real. Painfully so. Reminds me that it wasn't just some terrible dream that I could wake from and forget. It fething hurts, and it's reminders of a past, that I very much want to be behind me."
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]