Rance stood and dusted himself off. Tossing the stone up in the air and catching it again. The second he caught it his demeanor about the situation changed. He felt himself grow in understanding. It wasn't that he thought he shouldn't have tossed it--he had reason to celebrate and he felt allowed a bit of rejoicing. No, it was more that he just never wanted to let it go again. That were he to, he would be letting go a piece of himself. He could somehow sense Fiach recognizing this as she waited for a reply.
"This is my heart. A Kaibur crystal. It is many things but truly, it is my stone to cast in the river. My yoke to pull." He replied.
Ransom Caldwell stood for a moment and Fiach did not give him a response. Ransom had done this with his students--they called it "wait time" back in school. Knowing this technique did not sully Rance's engagement with it. She was truly patient.
"How do I know when to throw it? Or what to pull?"
She did not answer immediately. She let him continue. Rance could feel her probing for emotional understanding in him. He opened himself to it. "Master Jedi. I, of course, must seek stability in this. I know what happens when this power is bestowed and then perverted. I am nervous. I am scared. But I also have a mandate. This ... this... this place" he said a bit more emphatically than he would have liked, "has made clear that there is a great injustice being done. It is also clear that I cannot allow it to continue." He bowed his head solemnly. "But I also know" he said slowly and deliberately, "that when I took this stone, I was making a commitment not to my own ambitions and crusades but to an even higher purpose. Tell me Fiach, please, where is the balance? I know what this is. But I do not know what to do."
"You must sit."
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"This is my heart. A Kaibur crystal. It is many things but truly, it is my stone to cast in the river. My yoke to pull." He replied.
Ransom Caldwell stood for a moment and Fiach did not give him a response. Ransom had done this with his students--they called it "wait time" back in school. Knowing this technique did not sully Rance's engagement with it. She was truly patient.
"How do I know when to throw it? Or what to pull?"
She did not answer immediately. She let him continue. Rance could feel her probing for emotional understanding in him. He opened himself to it. "Master Jedi. I, of course, must seek stability in this. I know what happens when this power is bestowed and then perverted. I am nervous. I am scared. But I also have a mandate. This ... this... this place" he said a bit more emphatically than he would have liked, "has made clear that there is a great injustice being done. It is also clear that I cannot allow it to continue." He bowed his head solemnly. "But I also know" he said slowly and deliberately, "that when I took this stone, I was making a commitment not to my own ambitions and crusades but to an even higher purpose. Tell me Fiach, please, where is the balance? I know what this is. But I do not know what to do."
"You must sit."
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