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- Dec 23, 2017
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Day 8
'Isolation; the sensation of being one with The Force could only be comprehended by those whom had committed themselves to it. The Jedi believed they understood. But how could they? To encompass the omnipresent nature of The Force while turning a blind eye to its full extent? They are naive, foolish men unable to see that to love The Force as it does you, you must embrace the dark as well as the light.'
That is an excerpt from my introduction to this sect of sorcerers. The inquisitor who brought me in suggested i have something prepared to convince them of my new found love of darkness, i wrote the short speech on the trip to the secluded laboratories. The group of exiles who took me in have been surprisingly accepting of me, I was a Jedi until only a few cycles ago. But our connection through a mutual appreciation of The Force and its applications seems to have bridged any gaps created by our backgrounds.
A welcome surprise, but the tales of the exile's traitorous ways told by my former peers weighs heavy on my mind. I've taken to wearing a mask, carved from the bone of a rancor long perished, perhaps if they know nothing of my appearance, the eventual day of my betrayal will be swayed ever so slightly in my favour.
'Isolation; the sensation of being one with The Force could only be comprehended by those whom had committed themselves to it. The Jedi believed they understood. But how could they? To encompass the omnipresent nature of The Force while turning a blind eye to its full extent? They are naive, foolish men unable to see that to love The Force as it does you, you must embrace the dark as well as the light.'
That is an excerpt from my introduction to this sect of sorcerers. The inquisitor who brought me in suggested i have something prepared to convince them of my new found love of darkness, i wrote the short speech on the trip to the secluded laboratories. The group of exiles who took me in have been surprisingly accepting of me, I was a Jedi until only a few cycles ago. But our connection through a mutual appreciation of The Force and its applications seems to have bridged any gaps created by our backgrounds.
A welcome surprise, but the tales of the exile's traitorous ways told by my former peers weighs heavy on my mind. I've taken to wearing a mask, carved from the bone of a rancor long perished, perhaps if they know nothing of my appearance, the eventual day of my betrayal will be swayed ever so slightly in my favour.