Connor maintained his neutral expression, a slight look of distaste creeping in. His dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his chest stopping at every breath for a split-second as he held it to slow down. Nothing he said was worth it; she was there with a reply, slashing like a blade just cutting him gently on the surface – once, twice, three times.
All he could do was to look at her. The annoying thing was, she was right, and it was starting to make Connor feel even more out of place. Sure, it was hours since returning, but he wanted to go already out into Voss and just...
NO!
And there it was – running away. Self-pity. Who the hell was Connor Harrison anymore. Aika turned on her heel, leaving him beside the bunk with the neon blue coating the side of his face as he turned to see her check on him…step outside the door…and was gone.
His fingers worked circles around themselves, eyes slowly slinking from the door, down to the bunk before him. When your eyes fell, psychologists could read your inner thoughts. Connor was looking downwards and to the right which meant he was attending to his internal emotion, and it also meant submission.
With a long sigh, the Knight closed his eyes and turned, sitting on the edge of the soft white bunk. Arms resting on his knees, he blotted out the surroundings for a moment…and the darkness started to bleed in him.
Opening my eyes, the temple was nothing like its former glory. Rubble, smoke and flame spat out around me, standing in the grand lobby and watching the wailing Jedi scrabble, walk and stagger around, clinging to a forgotten Order.
Why did I give so much for an Order that gave me so little?
I was used, and because of that I was left broken. So fool them that I would bring the Silver Jedi down and stop their embarrassing march forward to try and take on the darkness that would never cease. @Iella E’ron was easy – she was the first. Too faithful in a broken spirit. [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Dagos Terrek"] – flash them a smile, they would come to comfort you – PITY YOU – and then boom. Done. Aika led me to greatness and she needs to be sorted out also before she takes my position as LORD. [member="Coci Sinopi"] was a shame, but she was weak since falling in love with the patronising [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]. Easy to manipulate, to twist – and she hurt me. She betrayed me, and she lied. A shame.
My hands spit flame and my lungs carry forth a cry of rage that builds from having so much potential, but having nowhere to go with it. I am the mighty one, me, but no-one understands why.
A gasp from Connor’s mouth signified the twisted vision was over, and his teeth ground down as his fists clenched. Sprining up from his bunk, he moved forward and thumped his fist against the far wall, leaning his head against it and groaning in anger.
Hands moved up to claw his hair and he tried to silence the doubt inside him, but it wasn’t working. Another two hits – ignoring the dull ache – and with a sharp twist around, Connor moved to his bunk and pulled up the mattress and threw it down across the floor. His boot impacted with the metal slats beneath him, snapping one in half.
Breathing hard, Connor cursed and stumbled back to the far wall and sunk down, just to take the weight off his feet and let it out. Eyes scanned the room, his body was convulsing with pent-up frustration he wanted to release – and he did so with an emittance of wild Force energy that shook the room ever so slightly, knocking some ornaments from the wall.
"What a girl."
His head fell back to the wall and he sat there.
[member="Aika Kawakami"]