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In his mind, The Ragged Man had always thought that, in each and every one of us in the galaxy, there a small lingering desire in the back of your mind. It wasn't something you desperately desired, it wasn't prevalent enough for you notice it very much at all, but if it were achieved, then whomever found it would probably not be able to live without it afterward. Peace...not like how most people see it, not sitting around with a quiet mind peace, he meant true peace. It was the kind of peace that freed you from life's bonds; whilst you felt it, nothing mattered, nothing could touch or bother you, life was complete and utter bliss and you could just fall into it's arms, completely free...
He couldn't remember much anymore, his vision was always clouded, but The Ragged Man could always remember that feeling whenever he reached back through the fog of ages in his mind. Brief visions of sweeping lagoons, green pastures, clean sweet air...the fire filling his lungs, the taste of blood, the deafening screams. His peace had been taken from him a long time ago, now only vengeance filled his heart, corrupted his body, but he could still call some semblance of it back to him when he truly needed it. That's why he just lay here, waist deep in water, staring out at Naboo's endless seas whilst leaning back into the embrace of it's green banks, soft and comforting, like a mother's touch.
He didn't get to Naboo often, he always felt a little anxious here, first time he came here, people thought he was a Sith and the Jedi almost killed him, ever since he's stuck to large crowds, or just beyond them. He sat a few meters from a bustling road leading on to a bridge over the sea, towering apartment buildings opposite to his back. He had come here on a mission, but that was over for now, vengeance had been dispensed, now...now he just wanted to remember...
@Kibbles
In his mind, The Ragged Man had always thought that, in each and every one of us in the galaxy, there a small lingering desire in the back of your mind. It wasn't something you desperately desired, it wasn't prevalent enough for you notice it very much at all, but if it were achieved, then whomever found it would probably not be able to live without it afterward. Peace...not like how most people see it, not sitting around with a quiet mind peace, he meant true peace. It was the kind of peace that freed you from life's bonds; whilst you felt it, nothing mattered, nothing could touch or bother you, life was complete and utter bliss and you could just fall into it's arms, completely free...
He couldn't remember much anymore, his vision was always clouded, but The Ragged Man could always remember that feeling whenever he reached back through the fog of ages in his mind. Brief visions of sweeping lagoons, green pastures, clean sweet air...the fire filling his lungs, the taste of blood, the deafening screams. His peace had been taken from him a long time ago, now only vengeance filled his heart, corrupted his body, but he could still call some semblance of it back to him when he truly needed it. That's why he just lay here, waist deep in water, staring out at Naboo's endless seas whilst leaning back into the embrace of it's green banks, soft and comforting, like a mother's touch.
He didn't get to Naboo often, he always felt a little anxious here, first time he came here, people thought he was a Sith and the Jedi almost killed him, ever since he's stuck to large crowds, or just beyond them. He sat a few meters from a bustling road leading on to a bridge over the sea, towering apartment buildings opposite to his back. He had come here on a mission, but that was over for now, vengeance had been dispensed, now...now he just wanted to remember...
@Kibbles