far out, man
@[member="Ben Watts"]
Tracyn merely stared at him, through his entire ordeal. He stood over the older man, his eyes burning a hole straight into his skull. He blinked several times, before speaking through his gritted teeth."I don't care about titles. I don't care if I die and only ten people show up at my funeral, I don't care. I just want to be left alone. I am removing myself from the equation. I don't need to be a Jedi, or a Sith, or a Mandalorian. I know the best way to do that, is to not achieve some sort of higher purpose or state of being like you claim to have found. I am out. I want to be left alone, I want to be in my own presence. I thank you for your advice, but you may take your leave now, Cole."The muscular man shifted in his weight, climbing up the stairs. Cole could stay or go, either way, all Tracyn wanted to do was be alone.
When reaching the room that he occupied, he sat on the bed, leaning forward and holding his face. He looked upwards, glancing around for some sign of hope, of his last true hope that he wanted. But she was nowhere to be found. Only pain. So much pain. And so much hate. It wallowed in him, forcing him downwards into a depression. He wanted to cry out again, but found himself unable to speak anything but whispers. He was broken, finally.
"How did I get here baby? How did I get here Asha?"
Tracyn merely stared at him, through his entire ordeal. He stood over the older man, his eyes burning a hole straight into his skull. He blinked several times, before speaking through his gritted teeth."I don't care about titles. I don't care if I die and only ten people show up at my funeral, I don't care. I just want to be left alone. I am removing myself from the equation. I don't need to be a Jedi, or a Sith, or a Mandalorian. I know the best way to do that, is to not achieve some sort of higher purpose or state of being like you claim to have found. I am out. I want to be left alone, I want to be in my own presence. I thank you for your advice, but you may take your leave now, Cole."The muscular man shifted in his weight, climbing up the stairs. Cole could stay or go, either way, all Tracyn wanted to do was be alone.
When reaching the room that he occupied, he sat on the bed, leaning forward and holding his face. He looked upwards, glancing around for some sign of hope, of his last true hope that he wanted. But she was nowhere to be found. Only pain. So much pain. And so much hate. It wallowed in him, forcing him downwards into a depression. He wanted to cry out again, but found himself unable to speak anything but whispers. He was broken, finally.
"How did I get here baby? How did I get here Asha?"