Quil sat in a restaurant on Coruscant, the restaurant was empty. the booth he was in quiet... the only sound was breathing. Thoughts filled Quil's mind. One thought in particular: 'What drives change?' That thought kept eating at him. Quil looked into the glass of water in front of him. "Factions war over planets...for what to change the leadership? What drives them to do this, credits, power, happiness, lust, or is is something impulsive like human nature." Quil sail softly. "Nobody likes change, but it comes...." He whispered. Quil looked outside and watched people walk by. "It's almost like they do not care who leads them....like mindless zombies,"
Quil shut his eyes and felt his hair. 'Why is the galaxy like this.' Quil thought. perhaps it was fate. Quil sighed as he opened his eyes again. He picked up his glass and sipped his water. When he put it down he noticed ripples. "Change happens even in this glass, but water returns to normal.... can people do that?
Quil shut his eyes and felt his hair. 'Why is the galaxy like this.' Quil thought. perhaps it was fate. Quil sighed as he opened his eyes again. He picked up his glass and sipped his water. When he put it down he noticed ripples. "Change happens even in this glass, but water returns to normal.... can people do that?
