Valik smiled as the non-corporeal woman's hair flowed in an oddly corporeal fashion. She spoke of time, breaths, shadows, glimmers. All metaphors for comparisons in scale. None of which were wholely inaccurate, but none of which held vision on the big picture.
"You are right of course. It's all about perspective. Tip of the glacier as it were. Those are the rules. All die in time, even the Gen'dai or the Anzati are not immune." He said, as he picked his hands off of the body. He had what he needed. The woman leaned in closer to Valik, putting a smile to her face as she complimented him honestly.
"You were no slouch yourself. Most can never hope to cure themselves from what I produce, let alone in so quick a timespan. It is a shame a woman of your skill is lost." He said, as he backed up, before turning to face the lifeless corpse once again. "But as you say, we are all a disappearing shadow in the light, or darkness of eternity." He said, before a crazed and confident smile curled into his lips.
"At least, those of that play by the rules."
His words echoed, as he reached out to the corpse before him. It took time and tremendous power, but he could feel what the body once had. It's old connection to the Force. It was more than a sixth sense, what Valik felt was permeable, manipulateable, physical. Beyond the otherworldy capabilities of the Force what he stimulated, what power he poured into the lifeless shell was biological.
It was, admittedly, a power Valik had only tried once before. An ability he used to bolster the strength of the Force-stripped Ashin Varanin, stimulating her connection to the Force temporarily, bringing her back to her full strength. Perhaps even more, if only for a moment. It was draining, but he'd conducted several experiments isolating the origins of the Force, analyzing it from a scientific level. He was no master of the power yet, but he was perhaps second in history in comprehension of the biology of the Force. Second only to an old Muun, murdered by his apprentice nearly eight centuries ago. He was not sure if it would work, nor was he sure what would appear if it did, but at the very least he understood the concept and execution of what he was attempting to do.
To manipulate Midi-Chlorians to bring Je'gan, or whatever soul was left from the body of Daesumnor, back to life.
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