L O S T
Frustrated.
Defeated.
Hopeless.
Though he daren't bring such up with Starlin, who'd suffered more than enough as of late, Eliphas was admittedly struggling. Running on virtually no sleep, stuck to his hoverchair, he felt as though he was losing his mind. How could one train to be a Jedi if they couldn't even stand upright? How could he ever be the formidable Guardian he'd once longed to be if he couldn't even wield his lightsaber?
A few late nights had been spent working on such in the Temple's training rooms, but with little to no luck. All he'd managed to do was exhaust himself. It all felt so futile.
He hadn't even meant to go searching for The Stardust, and why would he? For all he knew Val Drutin wasn't even on Coruscant anymore. Likely on tour, or something. But as he passed by a few hangar bays memories of the day he'd built his lightsaber came to mind. When he came upon the Opera House and saw his visage plastered on the promo-boards he felt wholly powerless to stop himself.
Eliphas had to find Drutin. Had to know whether it was worth it to keep trying, or if he should throw in the towel now.
He found The Stardust occupying one of the Opera House's docking bays, and for a moment he hovered by the entrance to the hangar. Nerves raced through him, the man in question wasn't exactly the most stable, how he reacted would be wholly unpredictable. Add that to the general stomach-fluttery feeling he'd had whenever he'd previously been around the man, and it seemed best to simply leave.
Only he didn't.
Instead he approached the ship.