post tenebris lux
Movement remained difficult. Nearly the entirety of his nervous system had suffered catastrophic damage. It was a miracle of Jedi and scientific medical efforts that he even drew breath, even more, that he could still walk. Though his gait was now uneven, a heavy limp setting into each of his right steps, but he walked. There were other, more obvious marks of the injuries that had befallen him, as well. Several layers of bandages still wrapped around his chest and legs, yellow lines of artificial skin ran along his face and arms where the tissue had been too damaged to be healed directly. Dark circles were quite apparent underneath his eyes, loss of sleep plagued him daily. He'd cut his hair too, the once flowing locks no longer went past his ears.
He stood before one of many tall holo-bookshelves, aimlessly letting his eyes wander over the titles of every tome and text digitalized within. All the physical therapy the Jedi healers were having him undergo was making him fall behind in his studies. What little free time he could afford to spend outside the halls of healers was applied in the many libraries of Peace, though it rarely brought him comfort. Not once had he been able to focus, going from book to book barely reading more than a few pages each time, becoming frustrated or too tired to deal with the contents. Instead, he meditated. The thoughtless state of simply being seemed to bring him the most comfort, and sometimes even rest.
Swiping a small data card along the spine of one holobook, he copied its contents into the library's reading pads. The Meditations of a Jedi Master, Complete Volumes 1-7. He predicted four.
With steps supported by a crutch he held in his other hand, he made his way to one of the tables in the back of the library, where he could sit alone and undisturbed. Page one, Upon my travels within the galaxy I have encountered many ... he couldn't bear going any further half-way through page two.
With a disheartened sigh he brought himself upright into a cross-legged posture on the chair. Eyes closed, he began to breathe in and out again slowly, an attempt to empty his mind, though with each breath came a burning sensation in his side. No rest either then, he thought.
Shimrra Rin
He stood before one of many tall holo-bookshelves, aimlessly letting his eyes wander over the titles of every tome and text digitalized within. All the physical therapy the Jedi healers were having him undergo was making him fall behind in his studies. What little free time he could afford to spend outside the halls of healers was applied in the many libraries of Peace, though it rarely brought him comfort. Not once had he been able to focus, going from book to book barely reading more than a few pages each time, becoming frustrated or too tired to deal with the contents. Instead, he meditated. The thoughtless state of simply being seemed to bring him the most comfort, and sometimes even rest.
Swiping a small data card along the spine of one holobook, he copied its contents into the library's reading pads. The Meditations of a Jedi Master, Complete Volumes 1-7. He predicted four.
With steps supported by a crutch he held in his other hand, he made his way to one of the tables in the back of the library, where he could sit alone and undisturbed. Page one, Upon my travels within the galaxy I have encountered many ... he couldn't bear going any further half-way through page two.
With a disheartened sigh he brought himself upright into a cross-legged posture on the chair. Eyes closed, he began to breathe in and out again slowly, an attempt to empty his mind, though with each breath came a burning sensation in his side. No rest either then, he thought.
Shimrra Rin
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