Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"



Braze wasn't having any progress even with his arm brace supplying his muscles with electricity so he could work it out every day. Which he did—strenuously so. He tried and tried and tried to no avail and wondered if he was just making excuses for himself to continue to be this way. The thought of cutting off his arm was unbearable. He didn't want to cut his arm off and thought perhaps he could seek out a second medical opinion and went to find Shan Pavond in the medical bay.
Maybe he needed a second medical opinion. Desperation drove him to seek out Shan Pavond in the medical bay on the big herd ship where most of the young had been moved. Perhaps it was futile, but Braze hoped for some help in finding out why his arm just wasn't working. He specifically asked for Knight Pavond to examine it, as he didn't appreciate strangers poking and prodding at him.
Maybe it was deniall.
The thought of replacing his limb with a cybernetic unnerved him greatly and deeply disturbed him. What if he lost all sensation in his arm forever? What if the cybernetics malfunctioned? What if he never felt whole again? What if the procedure went wrong and he lost more than just his arm? What if the cybernetic malfunctioned in the middle of a battle, leaving him defenseless? What if he became dependent on regular maintenance and repairs, making him feel more like a machine than a person? The idea of his arm being replaced haunted him in both his nightmares and waking momments, bringing vivid images of cold metal and wires where flesh and bone used to be.
These thoughts tormented him, each scenario playing out vividly in his imagination. It was a profound sense of sorrow coupled with frustration that enveloped him, with a heavy weight pressing down on his spirit. Braze's desperation to overcome this obstacle was matched only by his fear of the unknown, a fear that gnawed at him relentlessly.
He remembered the words of his mentors, the encouragement of his friends, but even those comforting thoughts couldn't fully dispel the dread he felt in the pit of his heart. Braze was a warrior, a Jedi in training, yet this struggle made him feel powerless.
He waited anxiously, unable to sit still as his mind played out all kinds of uniquely creative horrors. What if the surgery caused nerve damage, leaving him in constant pain? What if the cybernetic arm made him a target for enemies who could exploit its weaknesses? What if it failed at a critical moment, costing the lives of his friends or his own? What if the replacement arm changed who he was, making him feel alienated from his own body? These thoughts spiraled through his mind, each one more terrifying than the last, amplifying his anxiety and making it hard to focus on anything else.