Private A Lesson in Motion

[Braze]

TAGS: Garric Wrennar

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Braze took the hand, jaw tight, rising with a fluidity that belied the storm behind his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh... It didn't matter how hard he trained. Didn't matter how many sleepless nights he spent pushing past pain, how many times he'd broken and rebuilt himself.

Every failure still hit like the first, and it still carved the same hollow under his ribs.

What was the point, if the outcome never changed?

Braze stared at the hand for a moment before he took it. He rose slowly, dust still clinging to the folds of his training clothes, breath steady despite the thrum still echoing in his limbs.

His eyes didn't meet Garric's right away....

"...It wasn't the vocoder," he said quietly,

There was a pause, then he lifted his gaze, something steadier behind it now.

"I fight because I was raised to believe every movement has meaning. That violence should always be the last language spoken—but if you must speak it, it should be fluent. Precise. Compassionate, even, in its restraint...I train because I've seen what happens when no one is strong enough to stop the worst things people can do. I've seen what evil looks like up close. I know what it does to the people who survive it... and the ones who don't.I don't fight for glory. Or duty. I fight so the people I care about never have to. So the ones who can't fight have a chance to live in peace without ever knowing the things I have."

He trailed briefly, eyes unfocusing for a second as his thoughts drifted, already cycling through possibilities.


"…Maybe I'll try Soresu with training remotes on a rotating platform next time. Blindfolded. While reciting treaty articles."

His tone was dry, but the dangerous part was, he meant it.


"I'm aware it's excessive," he added. "If I'm not good enough to stop what's out there, someone else will bleed for it... My father will have been right to abandon m to the jedi if I can not preform the art of Combat. "

 

[Garric Wrennar]

Garric listened to the young man's words, taking in the reasoning he had put forth in answer to his question. He offered a warm smile to the Knight, bringing him to the seats so they could talk. Once sat, he patted the young man on the shoulder with a comforting aura.

"I know what you mean, kid. For me... I just can't understand why people fight, or more specifically, why they fight for themselves. I just don't get it. For me, people who are 'weak' can get desperate, which leads to them causing or getting involved with conflict. The thing I don't get is when strong people fight for themselves. They have all they could need, yet they crave more, I don't get it. But you, I think I get. You fight, grow stronger, train, all for the sake of others, right? That really is a noble path to go down, but I have to warn you against that expectation you set for yourself. Tell me, how many people in the galaxy do you think have died in the short time we've sparred? Probably too many. But that's just it, you can't grow strong enough to prevent any innocent from experiencing what you have, because you can't be everywhere at once. Even if you accept that you can only do so to those you reach, you have to be able to let them protect themselves."

He sighed as he thought over his words.

"Otherwise, they end up becoming very dependant on you, and when you fail, they pay the price. So, as someone who's made his fair share of similar mistakes, let me give you some advice: train as hard as you can, yes, but be prepared to fail and don't be afraid to let others help. I could feel how you felt about the sparring match, and I want you to not fret over it too much over it."

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Braze