Roshki Belawiiks
We all have demons. I've just decided to feed mine
[member="Kian Karr"]
I listened in silence to Karr's story. Parts of it were hard for me to imagine -- married at 17? I didn't even want to get married now! -- but other parts, I could sympathize with. Like the not wanting to be a Jedi. I hadn't wanted to be a Jedi; for all the ups and downs, my life here, on Commenor...it wasn't easy, but I had a home here, a family. Much like my master had on Dorin. The end, though? I expected it to not be happy, Karr wouldn't have left his family for the Jedi voluntarily, but my heart still went out to him.
What could I say to him, though? His story was not at all like mine; I lost my friends, but he lost his family. Big difference, this I knew. I didn't even consider saying I felt sorry. Sorry for what? I hadn't been the one to cause the deaths of his wife and kid. And I guessed that Karr wouldn't want pity. Nor did I want to say my usual "That sucks". Even I knew it was a bit too callous for a story like his.
So instead, I went with Option Number 3, the best one in my opinion.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Double Kay." Never liking to be serious for too long, I made an attempt at (respectful) jollity and lightly nudged his arm. "Now we're even, right?" Let's face it -- I sucked at comforting, and I was downright awkward in moments like this. I wanted to offer more to Karr, but I didn't know how. When we get done here, I'll figure something out.
I happened to glance up at the building we were passing, and that glance turned into a halt and a hand on the other Jedi's shoulder. "We're here."
The building itself didn't look very good, but it held some of its old-school glory. Pulling Karr along, I explained, "The building was one of those fancy apartments that the rich folks used to live in, before the city started moving outwards. With a lot of the money leaving, nobody wanted to continue renting out the rooms. So, it became home to squatters, particularly the ones who worked for...for The Devils." I glanced over my shoulder, certain that evoking their name would summon them. And that was not what I wanted to deal with. "Come on."
I ducked through the door, not bothering to give my eyes time to adjust. Even after all this time, I remembered the place, and it was just muscle memory from here on out. Heart pounding, I raced up the stairs and down the hallway, pausing only for a second to kick down the door.
Flinging open with a loud BANG!, the door revealed a room with...no-one. Except for a few pieces of furniture (I had personally found and claimed the little table; such memories!) there was not a single living body.
"Oh."
I listened in silence to Karr's story. Parts of it were hard for me to imagine -- married at 17? I didn't even want to get married now! -- but other parts, I could sympathize with. Like the not wanting to be a Jedi. I hadn't wanted to be a Jedi; for all the ups and downs, my life here, on Commenor...it wasn't easy, but I had a home here, a family. Much like my master had on Dorin. The end, though? I expected it to not be happy, Karr wouldn't have left his family for the Jedi voluntarily, but my heart still went out to him.
What could I say to him, though? His story was not at all like mine; I lost my friends, but he lost his family. Big difference, this I knew. I didn't even consider saying I felt sorry. Sorry for what? I hadn't been the one to cause the deaths of his wife and kid. And I guessed that Karr wouldn't want pity. Nor did I want to say my usual "That sucks". Even I knew it was a bit too callous for a story like his.
So instead, I went with Option Number 3, the best one in my opinion.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Double Kay." Never liking to be serious for too long, I made an attempt at (respectful) jollity and lightly nudged his arm. "Now we're even, right?" Let's face it -- I sucked at comforting, and I was downright awkward in moments like this. I wanted to offer more to Karr, but I didn't know how. When we get done here, I'll figure something out.
I happened to glance up at the building we were passing, and that glance turned into a halt and a hand on the other Jedi's shoulder. "We're here."
The building itself didn't look very good, but it held some of its old-school glory. Pulling Karr along, I explained, "The building was one of those fancy apartments that the rich folks used to live in, before the city started moving outwards. With a lot of the money leaving, nobody wanted to continue renting out the rooms. So, it became home to squatters, particularly the ones who worked for...for The Devils." I glanced over my shoulder, certain that evoking their name would summon them. And that was not what I wanted to deal with. "Come on."
I ducked through the door, not bothering to give my eyes time to adjust. Even after all this time, I remembered the place, and it was just muscle memory from here on out. Heart pounding, I raced up the stairs and down the hallway, pausing only for a second to kick down the door.
Flinging open with a loud BANG!, the door revealed a room with...no-one. Except for a few pieces of furniture (I had personally found and claimed the little table; such memories!) there was not a single living body.
"Oh."
