Corruck Kazen
Time is the Essence
The change in the Vong's attitude was audible in his voice. It allowed Corruck to get another sigh of relief before he prepared for another bid. This time he tried to analyze the emotions that rushed into him as he raised his hand. Pride, no. Lust, nothing. Anger, none. Pity, maybe, not really. It was truly infuriating to not be able to identify his own emotions. Now there was anger, yes, anger at his own complex mental structuring. Sometimes he wondered why he hadn't been a droid. Emotions were so hard to deal with, especially when one did not know if the emotions were good or bad and what they were. It must be buried so deep that he simply cannot understand himself. Was he hiding from himself? Why would he? Where would that get him? Would it truly help? What was he hiding and from what part of himself was he hiding it? The questions seemed to go on and on to eternity. He couldn't get one answer, only guesses that did not satisfy.
"One hundred and fifty-seven thousand credits." He said that with barely any thought. It was amazing how quickly the circumstances had created the habit. He would have to break it after this was all over.
[member="Dredge"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Sun"]
"One hundred and fifty-seven thousand credits." He said that with barely any thought. It was amazing how quickly the circumstances had created the habit. He would have to break it after this was all over.
[member="Dredge"] [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] [member="Sun"]