First Reply A Friend In Need

[Amos]

“My scars are sacred. My tattoos are scripture. My hate is written on my flesh for all to see. I hide nothing. I apologize for nothing.”
-Darth Krayt​

????- Unknown Station

Pain.

Pain was a reprieve. A path away from the memories. A way to ignore the galaxy and everything it had brought him. A road away from her. Something to be enjoyed. Something to praise. Something to take onto himself. Anguish was a balm all it's own. The salve which kept him moving forward, what allowed him the next step and the one after that. It had been this way since he'd made his choice.

Now, that truth never seemed more real.

Fingers clutched at his side, blood dripping over his palm as he stumbled forward.

His other hand crashed against the heavy durasteel plate upon the wall. Dragging as he stumbled forward and caught himself. A hiss pulled through his teeth as he marked the pain radiating from his side, drawing on the force to keep walking forward. The tunnel ahead seemed almost endless, the durasteel walls pinned in place by rivets so ancient their makers had been long forgotten.

He'd forgotten how he'd got here. Forgotten how he'd received the wound in his side.

All he remembered was pain.

Sweet pain.