Heed the Cry of Achilles

[Krux Mullarus]

Krux's knuckles tapped the door that acted as the portal between himself, now feeling trapped in a world of sorrow and dissapointment to the office of the Grandmaster of the Sanctum, [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]. He wrapped his silver-furred cloak around himself tighter, still shaking. Really, the Knight looked terrible. He sniffled like he was sick, he looked paler than usual, and the striking glare in his stormy indigo eyes was absent, hardly leaving the floor. They even looked damp, like he had been sobbing.

This was the eve of the morning he had held the class at the sparring dojo, and after the class had been dismissed, he finally got to speak to his beloved Setzi Lunelle, whom his heart sang tales of constantly about how deeply he had loved and cared for her ever since they were even Sith together.

She was gone. Not from life or from the Jedi, she had stripped herself from his loving embrace. His worst fears had been confirmed. The freedom he had given her for her training had changed her. She no longer even wanted to be his own student. She had run to his own master, Connor Harrison, to complete her training despite the work he put into guiding her down the path of the Jedi. He'd failed her as a lover and a teacher, and this time, he at least felt no hatred or anger. He just felt ashamed of himself as both lover and teacher. His partner, his best friend, his beloved was gone. Once again, Krux Mullarus found himself feeling alone in the world.

Who else to approach about girl troubles than one as intelligent in not only the Jedi ways, but in the song of love and affection?

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Once the morning at the dojo had come to an end, Thurion like many others returned to their regular duties around the Voss Academy. The class headed by [member="Krux Mullarus"] had proven highly successful, with young, eager minds seeking answers to their many questions, understandably so; not all younglings were able to study under masters such as Asha Seren, who provided him with all the answers he needed. He considered him fortunate to have had someone wiser to lean on from the very beginning of his Jedi training, rather than have one be assigned to him years later.

Now spending the evening sat in his chair carving another wooden statuette to add to his collection, the Grandmaster needed a bit of reprieve from pouring over reports coming in concerning the ongoing hostilities between the Mandalorians and the Republic surrounding the independence of Alderaan, who apparently wished to break away from the latter. Even in times as tumultuous as these some people never seemed to be able to get along.

Noting a distressed mind about to seek his counsel, Thurion kept at his wooden carving with the same focus. "Come in," he calmly spoke before a knock could even be heard.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

The door opened slowly, but not before Krux took one more wipe at his face to try and look less pathetic. He was already embarassed, but he knew he couldn't keep his emotions at bay. He was a Sith at heart still, and more importantly, a human.

He nodded politely to the Grandmaster, "Master Heavenshield...sorry to bother you, I just...don't know who else to go to to talk with." he said, shutting the door behind him and instinctively sniffing to avoid having any snot start dripping down his face. He felt sick, nauseous even. Sick in the head, heart, and gut. He didn't feel comfortable going to his old master, [member="Connor Harrison"], even. Not now that he was apparently training [member="Setzi Lunelle"], which is what he was afraid of now. To see her. The feeling terrified him. Everything he had done for her he now felt was all in vain, and now he was alone and felt heartbroken and unmotivated.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Looking up from his carving of the piece of wood, Thurion took notice of Krux's emotional state right away. He knew the man had been Sith prior to joining, so him allowing his emotions to get the best of him was to be expected. Beneath all the Jedi teachings and many daily duties, they were all just people.

"Please, sit," he said while standing up for courtesy's sake and gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk. Only when Krux took a seat would he do the same. He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, inspecting the young man's face; eyes were reddened and slightly swollen, subtle lines running down the length of his cheeks... both indicative of tears.

"Krux, tell me. What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern.

[member="Krux Mullarus"]​