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11.06.2012 , 03:50 PM |
Short short is short.
Solitude, with some Disguises thrown in.
Rochester leant against the door, feeling the cold metal pull at his skin as he slid down. He ran his hands through his hair, just taking the time to breathe. Conflicted and confused, he needed a moment of quiet. Broan had contacted him, invited him to lunch, even spoken to him and yet... the feeling was still there. The empty, weightlessness in his chest was familiar, as was the crushing doubt on his shoulders.
"Should I have told him?" He curled up, hugged his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees. "I want to die." He sighed, but did not cry. Now he could only wait; his life forfeit to the will of Lord Naught. Broan would not hurt him, but Lord Naught? Were they still the same person or had the mask of a Sith become something more? He closed his eyes and, in a rare moment of his life, rallied against the will of the Sith.