Phillip Slate
Character
Location: Theed
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There seemed to be so much going on in the Galaxy. Mandalorians rampaging against both Jedi and Sith. The Sith expanding their hold over the core. Even chaos within the Jedi themselves. It was all far too much for Phillip to keep track of. There was a part of him that believed that if he had chosen to take up the offer to become
Phylis Alince
's padawan so long ago, that perhaps he wouldn't be so focused on the current state of the world. Alas, there was no point him crying over spilt blue milk. He had chosen the path he was on, and he would deal with it.Though said path brought him to where he was today, sat in the city of Theed, sketchbook in hand and pencil in the other as he worked on taking down the sights around him. It was his way of meditation. The temple was far too stress inducing for him to meditate there, so alas this was what he resorted to. Letting the pencil flow across the page as the Force flowed all around him. Taking down the fountain in front of him in as much detail as he could, his brow furrowed in concentration as all else around him faded into obscurity, the people walking past, just living their lives. It was not important to what he was trying to take down.
He knew he wouldn't be able to push his problems away forever. Sooner or later Phillip would need to confront his lack of progress in one way or another. Figure out what his place in the Order and Galaxy would be as a whole. He was not built to be a warrior. Phillip had tried his hardest to become one. To make those he idolised proud, but he had came to realise that it had been pointless. Those who he had idolised only served to disappoint him now, in the same way he had believed he disappointed them. But that didn't help to answer his question. Who was he meant to be? Painter? Saviour? Or just no-one?
