Private Child Of the Damned

[Revna Marr]

Tag: Varin Mortifer​

Revna remained still as Varin’s emotions began to bubble and boil to the surface, her face an emotionless mask as she pulled her hands behind her back, observing him as his fury ignited and he thundered out his need for vengeance, his promise to kill every Jedi he might ever come across.

Even though she was within the confines of his mind, she could feel the thunder that rolled through the mental planescape - and her eyes spied yet another vision, flickering images of a palace, a large tree with hanging bodies - figures she recognized to be his dead family members.

Impassively, she watched as he gripped the chains that held him firmly in place, trying to wrench them free - to break himself free. Smoke begins to billow up from cracks in the ground, and she could have sworn she felt the touch of heat, even here within the boy’s mind.

She was aware of Ignati vanishing amongst the smoke and embers, and his last words to her slipped through her mind, eliciting a faint smirk. Soon, she was left alone with Varin, and she took a deep breath to settle herself. She felt a twinge of pain for him, the pain for his loss. But she knew that compassion here would do him no good.

Silently, the dark robed woman stepped forward and towards the struggling figure of the boy, watching the chains that held him heat and glow brightly.

When she spoke, her voice was clear, unhurried and it pierced through the space between them. “It is good you feel these emotions, Varin. Embrace them, harness them - but do not let them control you.”

She drew to a halt before him, her burning eyes on him were smoldering and intense, her voice sharp and uncompromising. “If you surrender to them now, then you will be consumed by your rage and your hatred, and they will destroy you. How then will you take your revenge, if you destroy yourself in this moment?”

 

[Varin Mortifer]

“If you surrender to them now, then you will be consumed by your rage and your hatred, and they will destroy you. How then will you take your revenge, if you destroy yourself in this moment?”

Varin twists his head in the direction of the voice, almost as if with the speed and accuracy of a viper. His words shot forth like a lethal dagger towards the sith woman, full of malice and venom.

“I care not what happens to me Revna!” He clasps his hands to his temples and lets out a frustrated yell. “THESE DAMNED CHAINS….RELEASE ME….” He reels back on the chains once more pulling with all his might before giving one last yell and slamming his fist into the thick oak.

His breath is deep, raspy, his throat dry from the exertion. After a few moments he collapses to his knees, his hand running down the trunk, his breathing begins to give way to tears.

“They died! All of them, and it doesn’t affect me! Not their deaths!” He glares at the bodies hanging above him. “Father, mother, CC. They all signed up to die, I was prepped for that. They died doing their duties, a duty I also signed up for!.” His voice cracks and breaks under the raw emotion, he lets out a deep frustrated growl.

“I signed up to die as well! I was ready for it! SO WHY AM I STILL ALIVE AND SHE'S NOT!” He bows his head into his knees and slowly falls to the side.

“It doesn't make sense to me.” His voice falls quiet and shaky.