The Dead God
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It’d been a few weeks since Ar’ekk’s untimely ultimatum, abandoning Nilia to the machinations of Maliphant and whatever it was he would teach her, though he had been easy on her in the time since then; more often disappearing to train himself than force his apprentice to push past the sorrow she felt for the sake of his gratification. Coming to terms with the separation of a force bond was something she would have to do by herself, and not something he could force; no matter how much he wanted to.
Today however, was the first in a few days he had called upon Nilia; sitting in loose fitting clothes more fitting for a shockboxer than a Sith Knight, but he wore it regardless. Deep beneath the rocky structure that surrounded the facility of Harper’s Respite was a small training room, with both floor seeming illuminated with a warm light to ensure no shadows existed within the room. That which they walked on was soft, capable of absorbing most falls with minimal injury to the user without costing them mobility by overcoming the floor’s absorption. Within this, Maliphant sat, sweat dripping from his forehead as he had just gotten done training with one of his personal training droids.
Still, Nilia could not afford any further distractions to her training, so he had invited her to the room in the hopes the physical training would somehow get rid of any unneeded stress, bringing her to her senses. That, and he had secondary motivations regarding a certain event that was coming up in the next few weeks; and if he put off asking her any longer, they wouldn’t have a chance to buy her a new dress to match the Sith’s black aesthetic.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with his wrapped hands, he waited for his apprentice, breathing heavy as he attempted to recover from his own exhaustion.
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