The Force flowed as surely as it ever did. For Atretes Rhoujen the Force was solace. For Sigma, the Force was home. The place he could go to get away from it all... and be with friends. One friend, in particular, who had been there since the beginning. He plunged his consciousness into the great energy that spanned the Galaxy, abandoning his body aboard the Hand of Fate where it was safe. In this state he could return to the place where Rhoujen was broken. Exis. He needed some form of comfort, and despite the boy's weak resolve he had been through these events first-hand. Sigma was powerful, he was absolute... but he was not infallible. He learnt that the hard way as everyday life took its toll on his psyche. His very sanity crumbled from the sudden exposure to the world.
"Why did you have to fall, boy?" Sigma caught himself saying into the void.
He was still riding the stars. Nowhere near where Atretes was bound. Still, he asked what he would to the nothing. He was riddled with questions. He thought he had all the answers, but in the end he was more broken than He Who Was Dead. Omega may have understood this problem, but he wanted to overcome this on his own terms. In his own way. Alone. Ultimately the only one anyone could rely on was themselves. Or so he'd thought. He found that the coexistence, that symbiotic relationship between Rhoujen and Sigma kept things intact. Atretes, a normal sentient, took the brunt of life while Sigma provided power. He was a shell of a person. A being with no soul, built to destroy. He felt that calling tug at him, pull him back to his body to return to duty, but with no Galactic Empire to directly control him as he was intended he fled from that siren's call to find himself. What do the soulless search? Those with that which is missing.
And so here he was.
On the spiritual plane of the Force he was now at the threshold of the room on Exis Station where that operation took place. The body didn't have enough energy left to sustain them both, so Rhoujen allowed Sigma to carry on. 'You're the more capable of us', he claimed. He wanted to know the truth. There had to be more. There always was more to the motives of others. Sigma strode through the closed door into the operating room.
"Why did you have to fall, boy?" Sigma caught himself saying into the void.
He was still riding the stars. Nowhere near where Atretes was bound. Still, he asked what he would to the nothing. He was riddled with questions. He thought he had all the answers, but in the end he was more broken than He Who Was Dead. Omega may have understood this problem, but he wanted to overcome this on his own terms. In his own way. Alone. Ultimately the only one anyone could rely on was themselves. Or so he'd thought. He found that the coexistence, that symbiotic relationship between Rhoujen and Sigma kept things intact. Atretes, a normal sentient, took the brunt of life while Sigma provided power. He was a shell of a person. A being with no soul, built to destroy. He felt that calling tug at him, pull him back to his body to return to duty, but with no Galactic Empire to directly control him as he was intended he fled from that siren's call to find himself. What do the soulless search? Those with that which is missing.
And so here he was.
On the spiritual plane of the Force he was now at the threshold of the room on Exis Station where that operation took place. The body didn't have enough energy left to sustain them both, so Rhoujen allowed Sigma to carry on. 'You're the more capable of us', he claimed. He wanted to know the truth. There had to be more. There always was more to the motives of others. Sigma strode through the closed door into the operating room.