Relationship Status: It's Complicated
P H I L O S O P H Y
WEARING: xxx
TAG: Palm-Imer
The Bastion, a ship that had been found by the Nightmother,
Vytal Noctura
, had become a second home to many that had been displaced by the recent events. The artifact which had come to be known as the eye which had caused much devastation was safely locked away on the ship. Only two among the Confederacy were aware of this, the Nightmother and Gerwald Lechner. Gerwald had only learned of it recently. He was curious, but there were too many prying eyes for him to simply walk to the vault and look upon the orb. Besides, as much as he wanted to seek the thing out, that was not why he was on the ship.
The Lord Commander looked out the window of his personal quarters. A mug of caf was in his hand, a drink he had gotten used to overtime. On Stewjon it would have been hot tea, though Gerwald did not care for it. This black liquid was bitter, more to his liking, though he would still rather have mead. Today was not a day for drinking, his mind needed to be sharp. There was one aspect of training Gerwald hated more than anything else, philosophy, yet it was important in how one approached the force.
He took a deep breath as the empty mug was set on the desk near him. The lupine turned on his heels and walked out of his room. The pull of the artifact called to him, but the wolf ignored it. Even with the curious nature he had, there would always be one pull that could override any it seemed, duty. Vytal had seen to her’s, and the thing was locked away. Today, Gerwald would see to his. Duty demanded that he take a more active role in preparing Knights to teach, and in this case it meant keeping a promise to Palm-Imer .
Much had happened to bring them to where they were. The last time they had met in a training room it had been to evaluate a new entrant into the Knights Obsidian. That had led to the discovery of a philosophy that had seemed similar to the Jedi, but also one that the woman did not fully believe. Gerwald had sensed the conflict within her and pushed the geminaie to the breaking point, literally. He could remember the sound of his leg snapping as she finally gave in and used the force against him.
That had started a journey the two of them would have never predicted, and if they had known where it would lead, both of them would have likely run from it. Yet, this was where they were. Two people that had discovered what lay hidden beneath the surface of what they could see. Life was complicated, and Gerwald’s even more so. Not a day went by where he did not think about how he had gotten to where he was, and how desperately he wished he could talk to the one person who would help him make sense of it all.
He could not.
She had always had a way of calming his mind, calming him, in a way that no one else could. Her mind had woven with his so easily, and she had always known when he was lying. She called him out on it several times, even from the grave she knew when he was lying, somehow.
The lupine had told Palm not to find peace in another. She had seen his mistakes, how he had always done the very thing he warned her against. Where it had been too late for him, all he could think was that by letting her see his truth, she would be spared from learning what he had through methods that were less than ideal.
Gerwald sat on the floor as he waited for Palm to arrive. The ring which hung from his neck was between his thumb and forefinger as the wolf ran it between his fingers. He sighed as it dropped from his grip and landed on his chest. A wave of his hand opened the door. Even though the geminaie had cut herself off from the force, he could always tell when she was near. They were also connected, but in a way which terrified him.
A smile stretched on his face when she walked in through the door. A hand motioned for her to sit across from him. Nothing had been hidden. She would know why she was there. Her ties to the Soll’nav had ended, but her journey as a Knight Obsidian was just beginning. Gerwald had agreed to instruct her that day she lay in the hospital bed on Roon. Their stay on Stewjon had been meant to assess her skill without the force. Now, they would begin to build a new foundation for her to build upon. As Gerwald promised on the mountain they had climbed on Geminidae, they would find her peace together. To do that, they needed to find balance.
“Are you ready,” he asked.
His blue eyes searched for her hers. The truth was always there, at least for him. They had stopped hiding from each other, even if it did nothing but create a burden they both were forced to shoulder. It was a cruel thing they had done to each other in all truth, but Gerwald would much rather live the truth than be happy and content with a lie. Both of them had lived a past where certain truths had been concealed from them. Even if this journey did not end in a happy place, Gerwald would rather not be blind to it.
The Lord Commander looked out the window of his personal quarters. A mug of caf was in his hand, a drink he had gotten used to overtime. On Stewjon it would have been hot tea, though Gerwald did not care for it. This black liquid was bitter, more to his liking, though he would still rather have mead. Today was not a day for drinking, his mind needed to be sharp. There was one aspect of training Gerwald hated more than anything else, philosophy, yet it was important in how one approached the force.
He took a deep breath as the empty mug was set on the desk near him. The lupine turned on his heels and walked out of his room. The pull of the artifact called to him, but the wolf ignored it. Even with the curious nature he had, there would always be one pull that could override any it seemed, duty. Vytal had seen to her’s, and the thing was locked away. Today, Gerwald would see to his. Duty demanded that he take a more active role in preparing Knights to teach, and in this case it meant keeping a promise to Palm-Imer .
Much had happened to bring them to where they were. The last time they had met in a training room it had been to evaluate a new entrant into the Knights Obsidian. That had led to the discovery of a philosophy that had seemed similar to the Jedi, but also one that the woman did not fully believe. Gerwald had sensed the conflict within her and pushed the geminaie to the breaking point, literally. He could remember the sound of his leg snapping as she finally gave in and used the force against him.
That had started a journey the two of them would have never predicted, and if they had known where it would lead, both of them would have likely run from it. Yet, this was where they were. Two people that had discovered what lay hidden beneath the surface of what they could see. Life was complicated, and Gerwald’s even more so. Not a day went by where he did not think about how he had gotten to where he was, and how desperately he wished he could talk to the one person who would help him make sense of it all.
He could not.
She had always had a way of calming his mind, calming him, in a way that no one else could. Her mind had woven with his so easily, and she had always known when he was lying. She called him out on it several times, even from the grave she knew when he was lying, somehow.
The lupine had told Palm not to find peace in another. She had seen his mistakes, how he had always done the very thing he warned her against. Where it had been too late for him, all he could think was that by letting her see his truth, she would be spared from learning what he had through methods that were less than ideal.
Gerwald sat on the floor as he waited for Palm to arrive. The ring which hung from his neck was between his thumb and forefinger as the wolf ran it between his fingers. He sighed as it dropped from his grip and landed on his chest. A wave of his hand opened the door. Even though the geminaie had cut herself off from the force, he could always tell when she was near. They were also connected, but in a way which terrified him.
A smile stretched on his face when she walked in through the door. A hand motioned for her to sit across from him. Nothing had been hidden. She would know why she was there. Her ties to the Soll’nav had ended, but her journey as a Knight Obsidian was just beginning. Gerwald had agreed to instruct her that day she lay in the hospital bed on Roon. Their stay on Stewjon had been meant to assess her skill without the force. Now, they would begin to build a new foundation for her to build upon. As Gerwald promised on the mountain they had climbed on Geminidae, they would find her peace together. To do that, they needed to find balance.
“Are you ready,” he asked.
His blue eyes searched for her hers. The truth was always there, at least for him. They had stopped hiding from each other, even if it did nothing but create a burden they both were forced to shoulder. It was a cruel thing they had done to each other in all truth, but Gerwald would much rather live the truth than be happy and content with a lie. Both of them had lived a past where certain truths had been concealed from them. Even if this journey did not end in a happy place, Gerwald would rather not be blind to it.