Post Netherworld
1 Weeks After
Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard Dreidi Xeraic Blaire Sal-Soren Kalantha Solenne Abraxas
What was that word?
There was a look on his face that he couldn't shake. As bad as he wanted to, he hated it. Even those closest to him, he wasn't trying to hear it, at least not right now. He still held his tone of proper decorum, respectful and such to them all. However it was hollow and laced with doubt and perhaps guilt which he new he shouldn't feel. When one suffered as great of a loss as he did. There were others that went through what he had, they had lost a father, he listened to what they went through. Bran, Briana, Blaire had lost their parents in the worst of ways, or so he thought. But they were all here finally, all three of them. It was that small measure of peace that he gained knowing that they had each other. That they finally found each other again....
"Aiden?"
Dreidi, she had to go through what she did perhaps alone. The passing of her father, they had spoke about it often. She was an incredibly strong individual, to be able to come as far as she had. Then there was the Queen, whom he met many years ago, who suffered loss the same. She came back and look at her now, the Queen of Naboo.
If they could do it, perhaps he could too....
"Aiden?"
For as much as the touted to himself and to those he cared about. Not more so in a bad way. But in a way that was hopeful and looked to be inspiring. He wasn't trying to be a hero, he would never be that. If he could bear the pain for his friends. Be that never-ending pillar of strength and light. Perhaps Roman was right in his thoughts, that Aiden would be the one to always need saving. If that was true, then what good was he. What good was he to anyone? For the briefest of periods after they came back through the portal and the news hit him.
He wanted to....
He never felt more alone than when he came back through. Perhaps it was time, time for him to go, and not look back. Disappear, and just.....find a place to......
Fall?
Die?
Live?
He wasn't so sure anymore...
"Aiden?"
His mind broke free, as he looked up at those around him. Back in the same room, where the meetings where held. The meetings he called for those dealing with loss, grief, despair. A tear rolled down his cheek, he cleared his throat and wiped the tear away as he looked around at those again. A small smile coming to his face, clearly forced.
"Sorry I uh...." He started as he glanced around the room, trying to find his voice and his words. "Thank you all for coming, and willing to share your stories. I had a rather tragic ordeal several days ago, I lost someone incredibly important to me. I know what he would want me to do, how to push forward. To keep going no matter what." Aiden reach for the small cup of caf next to him as he took a small drink. The bitterness of the drink he hope would drive some feeling into him. He hoped it would shake him up a little bit.
"Truth is, I'm having some trouble....." Aiden glanced down to his bruised and battered knuckles. Pain seemed to be the thing to relieve some of the stress, some of that...….guilt, sadness. But it was always only for a moment, for a few minutes at best. Healing pain with pain was the correct path according to his mindset. Deep down, that person he was meant to be knew otherwise. But right now he didn't care, he wasn't trying to listen to that.
He wanted, he needed to.....
Destroy anything and everything related to the New Way, any remnant they had left in this galaxy. Perhaps that would bring him some truth, some purpose. And there it was again, that person deep down. Informing him that, that wasn't the way. He had to better, be the person he was always meant to be.
Good, strong, hopeful, and loyal.
You have people out there that still need you....
"I'm having a lot of trouble, to be quite honest. And I don't know how to fix it, I feel I just keep causing more pain to myself."
"I'm so sorry....."
1 Weeks After
Briana Sal-Soren Brandyn Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard Dreidi Xeraic Blaire Sal-Soren Kalantha Solenne Abraxas
What was that word?
There was a look on his face that he couldn't shake. As bad as he wanted to, he hated it. Even those closest to him, he wasn't trying to hear it, at least not right now. He still held his tone of proper decorum, respectful and such to them all. However it was hollow and laced with doubt and perhaps guilt which he new he shouldn't feel. When one suffered as great of a loss as he did. There were others that went through what he had, they had lost a father, he listened to what they went through. Bran, Briana, Blaire had lost their parents in the worst of ways, or so he thought. But they were all here finally, all three of them. It was that small measure of peace that he gained knowing that they had each other. That they finally found each other again....
"Aiden?"
Dreidi, she had to go through what she did perhaps alone. The passing of her father, they had spoke about it often. She was an incredibly strong individual, to be able to come as far as she had. Then there was the Queen, whom he met many years ago, who suffered loss the same. She came back and look at her now, the Queen of Naboo.
If they could do it, perhaps he could too....
"Aiden?"
For as much as the touted to himself and to those he cared about. Not more so in a bad way. But in a way that was hopeful and looked to be inspiring. He wasn't trying to be a hero, he would never be that. If he could bear the pain for his friends. Be that never-ending pillar of strength and light. Perhaps Roman was right in his thoughts, that Aiden would be the one to always need saving. If that was true, then what good was he. What good was he to anyone? For the briefest of periods after they came back through the portal and the news hit him.
He wanted to....
He never felt more alone than when he came back through. Perhaps it was time, time for him to go, and not look back. Disappear, and just.....find a place to......
Fall?
Die?
Live?
He wasn't so sure anymore...
"Aiden?"
His mind broke free, as he looked up at those around him. Back in the same room, where the meetings where held. The meetings he called for those dealing with loss, grief, despair. A tear rolled down his cheek, he cleared his throat and wiped the tear away as he looked around at those again. A small smile coming to his face, clearly forced.
"Sorry I uh...." He started as he glanced around the room, trying to find his voice and his words. "Thank you all for coming, and willing to share your stories. I had a rather tragic ordeal several days ago, I lost someone incredibly important to me. I know what he would want me to do, how to push forward. To keep going no matter what." Aiden reach for the small cup of caf next to him as he took a small drink. The bitterness of the drink he hope would drive some feeling into him. He hoped it would shake him up a little bit.
"Truth is, I'm having some trouble....." Aiden glanced down to his bruised and battered knuckles. Pain seemed to be the thing to relieve some of the stress, some of that...….guilt, sadness. But it was always only for a moment, for a few minutes at best. Healing pain with pain was the correct path according to his mindset. Deep down, that person he was meant to be knew otherwise. But right now he didn't care, he wasn't trying to listen to that.
He wanted, he needed to.....
Destroy anything and everything related to the New Way, any remnant they had left in this galaxy. Perhaps that would bring him some truth, some purpose. And there it was again, that person deep down. Informing him that, that wasn't the way. He had to better, be the person he was always meant to be.
Good, strong, hopeful, and loyal.
You have people out there that still need you....
"I'm having a lot of trouble, to be quite honest. And I don't know how to fix it, I feel I just keep causing more pain to myself."
"I'm so sorry....."
