How long had it been since he'd been back in society? A week? Months? A year? Time seemed so strange to him now, the many minds that made up the greater whole that was his foundation made time seem so irrelevant. He'd endured the tragety of senesence through the eyes of others. Watched loved ones and enemies grow old and die. Regrets, both vitriolic and virtuous, swarmed about in his chest during his meditations. Emotions he knew, he acknowledged them, accepted them as his own, and added them to his arsenal. He did not possess just one man's rage, hope, joy, and sadness.
He wondered if it were appropriate to say he was
legion.
He chuckled at the rather arrogant thought, humming delightedly to himself as he made his way down the sidewalk. Jutrand was as cosmopolitan as always, a city world flush with an infininte number of species and points of view. It wasn't coruscant, nothing was comparable to coruscant, but it was an ecumenopolis of its own breed. He stopped next to a corner and adjusted the collar on his cassock, brushing off the red sash around his waist. A few people eyed him curiously as they went. He struck a cut like a Jedi, and yet the colors were Sith, and yet again his demeanor was pleasant, even affable. He smiled and greeted anyone who looked his way without hesitation.
He delighted in the moment, savored every facet of experience, life was life, and it was worth living no matter how many lifetimes you'd simulated, or truly lived.
His cheery musings slowed and skidded to an abrupt stop, the speeder in his mind slamming into a stop-sign and splititng in half, the driver bisected. He practically tripped over an ugnaut that was waving at him to stop walking as his eyes caught hold of -
"Breathtaking..." He murmured, slipping the angry ugnaut a cred-chip without even looking at the small male. Instead, he stood transfixed, his eyes less focused on the woman sitting at the cafe table. But more at the presence about her, the aura his empathy picked up on. The subtlelty of it. If he hadn't been actively looking around he wouldn't have even noticed her. It was as if only looking directly at her picked up on it. Incredible. He strode away from the Ugnaut, crossed the street in a few quick steps, and stepped into the coffee shop, letting up on the constrictive hold he had on his force wound. The chilling aura rippling out from him.
It was his way of saying 'hello'.
Adeline Noctua