He had recently come out of the bacta tank and still wasn’t quite mobile. The injury on his leg had almost taken it clean off, and it would be some time before he could put pressure on it again. Emryc half worried he would walk with a permanent limp.
Of course, none of his injuries came remotely close to the complete loss of sight. He had been frustrated, he had lashed out, he had choked one of the nurses. However, he had since worked hard to meditate and find his center again. There was whirling rage within him that only spiked from being informed about having his possessions confiscated. The Eternal evidently deemed him ‘unfit for duty’ after he brought two FWA planets under Sith control.
Emryc sat upright in his bed, focusing his mind and trying to train his thoughts. He worked on honing on things using the Force entirely. He may have been blind, but he knew there were certain cultures like Miraluka that relied entirely on Force sight. He pondered on means to learn their ways, but it would first involve ensuring he couldn’t be detected too easily as a dark sider. He presumed an entire culture relying on using the Force as sight would be able to pick up his leanings easier.
The half Sephi exhaled, bringing up his chrono and clicking a button to have a robotic voice tell him the time.
@Mr. Teatime