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Traven hated those two women. It was not fair.. in the span of a few minutes they had managed to destroy the only precious thing he had. It was not fair, they both acted like it was not their fault.. that it did not matter. Even worse the Sith woman had even tried to attempt to repair the globe.
She did it for self-satisfaction.. Not because it was important to him. Broken Glass can not be fixed. Once it cracked, it stayed cracked. He would never forgive that woman. He would never forgive that Sith. She had broken his Glass.. and it would never be fixed.
He had left the Snow-globe in his room.. he could not bear to look at the deformed memento.. What once filled him with hope now only filled him with dread and anger. It was a mockery.. cracked where it had once been flawless.. it even now had a disgusting red tint to it, no doubt in essence with the Siths true nature.
He clenched his fist digging his nails into his legs as he stared at the soft grass under his knees. The sound of running and falling water was all that one could really hear.. here in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, but even in his favorite place.. he could not calm his anger at the woman. The vile wretched Sith.
He needed something to distract himself.. anything.
She did it for self-satisfaction.. Not because it was important to him. Broken Glass can not be fixed. Once it cracked, it stayed cracked. He would never forgive that woman. He would never forgive that Sith. She had broken his Glass.. and it would never be fixed.
He had left the Snow-globe in his room.. he could not bear to look at the deformed memento.. What once filled him with hope now only filled him with dread and anger. It was a mockery.. cracked where it had once been flawless.. it even now had a disgusting red tint to it, no doubt in essence with the Siths true nature.
He clenched his fist digging his nails into his legs as he stared at the soft grass under his knees. The sound of running and falling water was all that one could really hear.. here in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, but even in his favorite place.. he could not calm his anger at the woman. The vile wretched Sith.
He needed something to distract himself.. anything.