Born Killer
Everything went black, a screech so terrible that it could've shattered windows and walls- if it was real. Then...
Silence.
No voices. No drums. Only darkness, in Fenn's mind. But not the darkness of a cave, not the pitch-blackness of a nighttime jungle. The relaxed, blackness of sleep. It was as if he had fallen asleep for the first time in years. True, blissful sleep. Cora could feel it. No more presence. No more darkness. As if a great fire had come through and burned away all traces of it- even Preliat.
If that even was really Preliat.
Fenn slumped in her chair, taking slow, shallow, gentle breaths. Color returned to his face- his olive skin coming back. Brown eyes fluttered open, looking at the ceiling. He took it in. It was quiet. The Jedi guards were closer to them now, feeling the turmoil too. Cora's gentle hands were on his face. He turned his head into her hands, feeling the softness of her fingertips on his skin.
The air was clean, cool. It wasn't like breathing in shards of glass anymore. He slowly rose to a sitting position, one hand grasping at the chair he was sitting in. He looked around the room, eyes getting used to not fighting. He was quiet, he was.... serene. No conflict, no fighting. The turmoil was gone. There was just Fenn. Just him and him alone.
"I wanted this, my lady."
He said in response to her earlier question. He leaned forward at the waist, his remaining hand rubbing his eyes. He was so... tired. He hadn't slept right for years. And now he felt like he could. He wanted the peace, the quiet, the reclamation of his own mind.
"Was he real?"
He said, half-turning his head towards her, after a long pause.
