Edric Vanyan
The Historian King
Glyph sighed and leaned back as his hand cut through the air, the blade in it blazing and running through with a fluidity that he smiled at. He had come back to Naboo to atone but had not gathered the courage to head to Theed itself. He hated what he did and he sighed, his body collapsing before his knees burrowed into the ground. He needed to think of a way in which to get out of this stupid rut that he found himself in and he thought to himself about what it could be that he could do in order to... do what. He didn't know what to do, what path to take, what things to think. He wasn't even sure if he could consider himself anything anymore and his eyes found the ground as his hands found his lap and his eyes closed. he needed to think.