Her voice was like a dam on his anger; it suddenly suppressed everything and a coldness swept over his body. His eyes focused on nothing before him as she spoke. It had been a long time since her stern young voice cast her orders, demands and wrath on the Knight, but as she spoke to both himself and Thyrian, he didn't move. He didn't need to. He didn't owe a damn thing.
Asterion wasn't going to turn and launch himself like a headless Kath hound, and he half-expected this sudden revelation. He had learnt wherever Thryian was, the child wasn't far behind, hiding and lurking in the shadows. And like a bad credit, she just kept turning up.
He didn't speak. He just listened and looked at the vines on the floor ahead, watching rain droplets dance on the ground in a hypnotic ballet and every word of hers struck inside his head.
Once more labelling my actions as pointless, rash and wrong. Wrong for who? Her? She doesn't own me. I'm not like him.
Here she comes, back from the void with nothing but a hammer to knock me down and build me up. Not this time.
A trail? Please. This was no trial? This was a moment of desperation that she failed to involve me with.
As Kära invited him inside the bunker, Asterion didn't offer her his face. He remained facing away from her, not knowing what to make of the whole situation. The rain was wonderfully soothing away from the two Sith.
"I don't care for cold, Vi'dreya. And I don't care for you. Patience? Please, you vanish without a trace and leave me wandering the galaxy without anything. No direction, no purpose. For what? You are not worth that from me."
He turned to face the girl; she was still beautifully plain and short, but behind those cold eyes, Asterion saw the fire and she would see the same in his. Raising his finger, he pointed at her, letting it bubble away in the finger rather than a fist.
"Listen, sweetheart. Since I met you I've nearly been incinerated, blown up, shot at, and chopped into Bantha food. I'm worth more to people out there than I ever was with - YOU. From now on I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done."
He flicked his eyes up to the face of Thyrian.
"She's all yours, and your love for her is just embarrassing."
Asterion returned his gaze to Kära.
"Remember what I said, the days after your rebuilt me as your servant? 'Anywhere you go let me go too. Trust me, that's all I ask of you'. I now know the pecking order, and I'm way at the bottom."
He refrained from touching her. He simply held his gaze for a second, and turned fluidly to go.
[member="Lady Kyros"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"]
Asterion wasn't going to turn and launch himself like a headless Kath hound, and he half-expected this sudden revelation. He had learnt wherever Thryian was, the child wasn't far behind, hiding and lurking in the shadows. And like a bad credit, she just kept turning up.
He didn't speak. He just listened and looked at the vines on the floor ahead, watching rain droplets dance on the ground in a hypnotic ballet and every word of hers struck inside his head.
Once more labelling my actions as pointless, rash and wrong. Wrong for who? Her? She doesn't own me. I'm not like him.
Here she comes, back from the void with nothing but a hammer to knock me down and build me up. Not this time.
A trail? Please. This was no trial? This was a moment of desperation that she failed to involve me with.
As Kära invited him inside the bunker, Asterion didn't offer her his face. He remained facing away from her, not knowing what to make of the whole situation. The rain was wonderfully soothing away from the two Sith.
"I don't care for cold, Vi'dreya. And I don't care for you. Patience? Please, you vanish without a trace and leave me wandering the galaxy without anything. No direction, no purpose. For what? You are not worth that from me."
He turned to face the girl; she was still beautifully plain and short, but behind those cold eyes, Asterion saw the fire and she would see the same in his. Raising his finger, he pointed at her, letting it bubble away in the finger rather than a fist.
"Listen, sweetheart. Since I met you I've nearly been incinerated, blown up, shot at, and chopped into Bantha food. I'm worth more to people out there than I ever was with - YOU. From now on I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done."
He flicked his eyes up to the face of Thyrian.
"She's all yours, and your love for her is just embarrassing."
Asterion returned his gaze to Kära.
"Remember what I said, the days after your rebuilt me as your servant? 'Anywhere you go let me go too. Trust me, that's all I ask of you'. I now know the pecking order, and I'm way at the bottom."
He refrained from touching her. He simply held his gaze for a second, and turned fluidly to go.
[member="Lady Kyros"] [member="Thyrian Ashborn"]