Hal Terrano
Prince of Porridge
'If you don't have the time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?'
Prakith
Restless nights were common.
It was often while laying in bed that one delved through their own thoughts and more importantly their own memories. Some went to bed with fond smiles upon their faces, thinking of their loved ones and others were left tossing and turning, every embarrassment, every mistake, every enemy weighing heavily upon their chest.
Hal Terrano, for all of his lack of humanity was no exception to this. Sleep didn't come easily, sleep hadn't come easily for years now. Punctuated by deep, dark circles engraved around his eyes it was a miracle that the man could even fully function now.
Yet he did. Monotonous. Suffering in silence. Structure remained, the schedule of his day never budged, it was the last refuge of a man that was all but broken and forgotten.
Too much of a coward to end it all he remained.
However during daily studies certain words and phrases caught his eyes. Certain stories grabbed his attention, two that occurred quite close together in time, in fact. Revan and Meetra Surik. It created an idea in his mind, and one that didn't simple shift and dissolve after a few days. It persisted, and lead to further leads, more study.
Purpose came, but still not sleep.
Lira. Manaan. Snap. Pain. Honey. Vrag. Snap! Honey. Honey. Honey.
Hal had taken to training during the night, pushing his body to the limits to physically exhaust his body into sleep. It wasn't a peaceful morning jog, it was sprinting, it was hard, heavy, footfalls slamming onto the ground beneath him as if each step was closer to salvation. Organised and regimented exercises became rigorous physical limit pushing. In the end he would be sweating, his limbs would ache, his body almost as broken as his mind.
Sleep then came.
Then study continued in the morning.
Desperate hope fuelled a fire of last resort. In what was a rather uncharacteristic move, his duties as an Archivist were placed in the back seat to be replaced by further investigation and soon after that the beginnings of a plan.
The last resort.