"Armor is heavy, armor makes movement slower. Then again...I get hurt a lot."
Giving a small smile with his eyes closed, he would slowly let his mind walk through the realms of the Force. Memories would slowly start to flood in, the environment around his mind would start to change. The room ceased to exist, instead it would start to become parts of sand as a harp would play on the side. Lifting his head up slowly, he would look to the left as there was a cloaked woman, playing a harp with a helmet on to obscure all of her features. She would slowly get up, plucking the strings on her harp. Going in front of the Sullustan, sitting beside him, she would play for him for what felt an eternity. The two would gaze into each others eyes, each giving a hidden smile to the other.
Then the ebbings of the others memories would soon try to merge into his own, making his mind slowly corrupt. It was soon the wedding ceremony, he was looking upon the most beautiful woman of his life. His eyes would widen while still shut, trying to speak mentally to himself to stop it. Trying to pull her aside but it happened once again, his memory could not lie to him. A single blaster bolt, feeling what was left of her head was on his own face, his own clothing. Then his mind almost collapsed, feeling all of his anger pour out as screams would envelop his mind, all of his sorrow screaming out as his body shook hard before finally, snapping his eyes open on hearing the words "You'll Learn!".
The Sullustan could see before him what was happening to
Tasha Blackmoor
, how her body was shaking, the tears that was slowly trying to come out, the lightsaber rattling...he could tell. Very slowly, he would extend his arms, trying very delicately to place his hands on top of hers when she said that she had failed. If she was to look at the Sullustan, he to would be shaken slightly from his own experience as he was able to conceal it much better...though his feelings betrayed him for it was of sorrow. Tapping gently on top of her hands, he would speak as it was a gentle voice but also of one where his pain could be felt.
"We all...have our demons. Yours is...just something to overcome. I know the feeling of anger way to well...that feeling of fear...of vengeance. That need to inflict onto those who made you feel like this. I want to say it right now...holding onto those feelings, letting those feelings control you and letting those memories affect your every move...won't help you. It took me fifteen years to get over the fact over how much I lost."
"When I was...fifteen, I was to marry a girl that I have fell in love when I was so young. It being arranged was...just something else to look forward to. We used to be around each other like friends...sharing our thoughts, holding hands towards the future. Then it came to be the wedding ceremony, the first time I ever got to see her eyes. She was the most beautiful woman in the entire galaxy, the most shining radiance of innocence of my life. Then as we looked at each other, speaking our vows...a blaster bolt went out, striking her in the head and killing her."
There was a very long silence as he breathed in, looked down and tried to control his emotions. This was a very sensitive subject to even discuss with Miss Blackmoor but he felt it was necessary, to show her what kind of memories can transport people back to their hell. Breathing back out, he would tap the top of her hands a few more times to not only relax her, but himself. Looking back up at last, he would finish what he wanted to tell her.
"I flew into a rage...a rage unlike anything I felt before. I barely can remember what happened...they spoke of me controlling the skies, the sands themselves as I delivered onto them untold fury of the Force. I destroyed their speeders with my hands, I dismembered their men with swipes of my fingers...and more so at the end...I buried the hunters camp, those who were paid to kill my people in droves for credits...under a hundred meters of sand from where I stood. I became Death to them...I let the Dark Side become my outlet. And it became my outlet...for over fifteen years and it kept building."
"From it...my entire village was burned to the ground, my mother and father slaughtered by a Dark Jedi, cutting my throat and leaving me to die. I crawled in the desert till I found help, an Ithorian I only speak as Mentor. And he died to by him...I became so angry, so infuriated with my life that I took charge. I became one of the most dangerous men in the mid rim by the time I was in my mid twenties as an Inquisitor...I slayed the Dark Jedi, I brought order I thought to the region. I found love again, married and had a child...and like before, it crumbled to the ground when....I..."
The Sullustan would go silent, looking down as he just went quiet. The subject had finally became to much for him, his body language would show it. His eyes were cast completely down, his eye lids were almost completely closed. His own hands would shake onto hers, no longer tapping but of someone who was afraid. When he finally looked up, he looked to be in pain and possibly a forming of a tear in his left eye...a break in his own armor.
"Miss Blackmoor...I suffered for fifteen years of my life with anguish, that anger, those voices that never cease. Take it from an old man who went down the path of vengeance, came back losing everything along with years of their life and those he cared for around him. Those memories...will never define who you are, those voices will never control your life. You physically, can never be harmed by those voices again. They can make you sad...yes, they can make you think...but in meditation, when you finally say you found Peace, those voices vanish like wind in the breeze."
"So no...you did not fail Miss Blackmoor. You are just taking a small success, one piece at a time. They will never control you again. If you want to know what my Master told me so long ago that I finally was able to meditate...here it is. He looked at me in the eyes...grabbed my belt of weapons and threw them across the room. He told me the war was done with me...as I was done with it. There is no war in meditation...it is just you and you alone."