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06.22.2012 , 03:53 AM |
Even more pointless, unreadable drivel. Hurray!
"I'm no longer a Jedi," Broan chased a few stray mushrooms around his plate. "But I don't feel..." He trailed off and looked around. While he might feel comfortable voicing such opinions to Rochester, they were in public; both understood the need for propriety. Rochester smiled at him and nodded. "What does that make me, though?"
"How does the Force work?" The question caught Broan off guard. He blinked once or twice, before remembering Master Ashari's remarks, all those months before.
"Oh, yes. You can't feel it, can you?" Broan licked his lips and quickly eat a single mushroom. Force sensitivity was a delicate subject for most. He was especially nervous approaching the subject with Rochester, who hailed from a long line of Sith.
"No," His answer was measured, but Broan could still detect a hint of annoyance. "I'm not talking about myself, however, I am talking about you. Jedi utilise internal serenity, don't they?" He had a look of genuine curiosity, which made Braon wonder exactly what the purpose of this dinner was. He nodded, however he was still rather unsure of the truth of the statement, and allowed Rochester to continue. "Sith, as we all know, fuel it with emotion," They sat in silence for a while. The table nearest to them was being vacated. There had been no Sith sitting there before and they wanted to be sure no Sith would join them. "What do you use?" His voice was almost a whisper. He quickly moved closer to Broan, sliding over the cushions of the booth.
For a moment Broan was conflicted. Had Rochester moved to genuinely be closer to him, or was the officer merely trying to get a better view of the restaurant? His gaze was flitting everywhere; to Broan, the table, the doors. He got lost, focusing on those sharp grey eyes.
"Hm?" Broan snapped out of reverie as a shadow passed over them. A waiting servant was collecting their emptied plates. "I've not used the Force much in my time here, though I probably should have by now," He had been on Dromund Kaas for several months and though he spoke with a somewhat dismissive tone, he had made a conscious effort to avoid using the Force. "When I... on the ship, I mean... I did many of those things in anger. I regret that now."
"Do you regret leaving her?" That was one thing Broan had noticed. Where others might have tried to drag him back into the discussion of Jedi and Sith philosophies, Rochester allowed their conversations to grow, to avoid troublesome spots. He sighed and rested his chin on a hand.
"I do, I think. Your mother and I were angry at her, angry for different reasons. I do wonder, at times, what she would say if she saw me now. I think she knew I was... unstable. I was too old, too broken to become a Jedi - a good Jedi." He poured out a measure of wine, having already drained his second glass. Wine was not something which he had experience with and tonight was the first time he was truly drinking it. It certainly seemed to be having the desired effect; he was becoming far more comfortable.
"Master Ashari seemed broken as well."
"You can remember that?" Broan stopped with the glass to his lips, his breath catching in his throat. He was starting to feel uncomfortably warm.
"Only bits and pieces, not all of it; I read a lot of reports on the incident, however," Broan felt a slight pressure on his knee. Looking down, he realised that Rochester had placed his hand there. When had he gotten so close? "My Lord, I would suggest you refrain from imbibing further." The glass was gently removed from his grip and placed rather far away on the table. A waiting servant had appeared, explaining Rochester's sudden formality.
"I can do as I please." Broan brought the wine back, keeping it close to his meal. Another bottle appeared to replace the first.
"Indeed, my Lord," Rochester waited in silence as the servant disappeared. At once they were alone. "But to do as you please, a Sith must have power. Weak Sith are subject to the will of others and are not long for that life."
"And what if my will coincides with another's?"
"Then you lead, my Lord."