The coins? They were Lujayn’s conduit? It made sense now why the presence had persisted for so long. The nerve of her, defiling the Demici heirloom in such a manner. As much as she disliked to admit it, Sybella acknowledged the method of the madness; what better way hide than in plain sight. If she remembered correctly, those who followed the dark side sometimes imprinted their essence on various items (though more often than not, it was holocrons). Lujayn had acted deviously, knowing that her next potential host would wear those coins in one fashion or another, as per tradition. For whatever reason though, she had remained dormant until Sybella took possession of them.
Closing her eyes, she tried once more to sense the stagnant signature that was Lujayn. The phantom often lingered, choosing as and when to resurface. Yet, surprisingly, Sybella couldn’t sense her. Fragments, perhaps. Traces, maybe? But her actual consciousness? It was gone. For now, at least.
Her cousin deduction was accurate, as always. Lujayn had (annoyingly) been a part of Sybella for some time now. “When she first appeared, I thought I was going mad. She’d just appear, out of nowhere.” The first time happened whilst at the Temple on Yavin IV. She saw the woman in red, yet many of her fellow Jedi could not. “I thought I could deal with her myself. But she wore me down; she just kept getting stronger.”
Fatigue had played a major part in that. Sybella had run herself haggard, taking one mission after another in order to better occupy her mind. Not only that, but Lujayn had chipped away at her from her inside, spitting and hissing words of discord. Admittedly, it was a lot even for the Jedi knight to handle. With an groan, Sybella hung head and rattled her fingers through her disheveled hair.“I felt…ashamed. Having something like that, something like her, attached to me. I didn’t want other Jedi to get involved.”
But thinking more on the matter, Sybella realised she had perhaps done more harm than good. At times, Lujayn’s influence had slipped in, making her Knight lash out and act erratic on more than one occasion. One moment in particular came to mind.
The gala.
“I’m sorry, Kali, about…before. What I said…The accusations I made.” Words couldn’t describe how much to regretted that moment. The evening had started out so well; Serenno was liberated, Kali had brought with her an apparent paramour. Even when having to fight the pirates, the trio had managed well enough. Then it was all ruined with Sybella’s paranoia. She loved her cousin dearly, and the silence that followed after the altercation had been hard to tolerate; they had their own lives, their own allegiances, but they were still family, sharing the same flesh and blood.
“Can you…forgive me?”
Closing her eyes, she tried once more to sense the stagnant signature that was Lujayn. The phantom often lingered, choosing as and when to resurface. Yet, surprisingly, Sybella couldn’t sense her. Fragments, perhaps. Traces, maybe? But her actual consciousness? It was gone. For now, at least.
Her cousin deduction was accurate, as always. Lujayn had (annoyingly) been a part of Sybella for some time now. “When she first appeared, I thought I was going mad. She’d just appear, out of nowhere.” The first time happened whilst at the Temple on Yavin IV. She saw the woman in red, yet many of her fellow Jedi could not. “I thought I could deal with her myself. But she wore me down; she just kept getting stronger.”
Fatigue had played a major part in that. Sybella had run herself haggard, taking one mission after another in order to better occupy her mind. Not only that, but Lujayn had chipped away at her from her inside, spitting and hissing words of discord. Admittedly, it was a lot even for the Jedi knight to handle. With an groan, Sybella hung head and rattled her fingers through her disheveled hair.“I felt…ashamed. Having something like that, something like her, attached to me. I didn’t want other Jedi to get involved.”
But thinking more on the matter, Sybella realised she had perhaps done more harm than good. At times, Lujayn’s influence had slipped in, making her Knight lash out and act erratic on more than one occasion. One moment in particular came to mind.
The gala.
“I’m sorry, Kali, about…before. What I said…The accusations I made.” Words couldn’t describe how much to regretted that moment. The evening had started out so well; Serenno was liberated, Kali had brought with her an apparent paramour. Even when having to fight the pirates, the trio had managed well enough. Then it was all ruined with Sybella’s paranoia. She loved her cousin dearly, and the silence that followed after the altercation had been hard to tolerate; they had their own lives, their own allegiances, but they were still family, sharing the same flesh and blood.
“Can you…forgive me?”
excuse lack of major editing, typing on tablet and it’s not letting me do certain things like font and colour
