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Alicio struggled to keep up with the Form's unpredictable style. Even his talents in precognition only just kept him from completely biffing the exercise. But there was a satisfaction in it, too. Every mistake was an opportunity to grow, and grow he did, letting his Gift and his visions guide every molecule
He was a natural.
Even if he was sweating a bit hard as Valery disengaged.
Alicio ran his sweater's arm over his forehead, flicking off Introspect, and halting it's silent song. He held up the hilt, inspecting the black metal with his cobalt grey eyes, but with a far brighter expression on his face than before. "When I created my crystal, I had no idea what I was doing. It was a moment of feverish inspiration. But I never felt in control."
Alicio walked over to the discarded cane, hefting it in his other hand. "Just now was the first time I ever felt... comfortable isn't the right word... unified? With my lightsaber. The Force. Like they were a part of me, instead of something I use." The Count clicked his hilt back into it's slot on the cane, disguising it's form once more.
"No questions for now. I know I'm not very good yet, but I swear I'll be a master at this new dance for next time." He suddenly retreated from his gusto.
"If you wish there to be a next time, I mean."
- Valery Noble -