In his heart, Varyn was and always had been a loner. The exact reason for that was one that could be debated. Whether it was lack of trust in others, lack of interest in others, or preoccupations that could be pursued without others was up for debate. Most likely it was all three and more. Maybe that was why he'd chosen to go undercover in the first place: he was already used to being alone, and to do it among the enemy was just one more step on a logical path.
It was only in the recent days that he had begun to reach out to others, and that had come with mixed results. Shockingly, it was Sith and former-Sith upon whom he had come to rely. His answers hadn't come from the Jedi. They'd come from those who were condemned by the Order.
So why was Varyn here on Dagobah? Because he was searching for answers, and he was searching for them alone. Whatever creed he may have followed, all proclaimed that the Force had the answers. So when all else had failed him, when he'd lost his way, he'd turned to the Force. A nexus where the Light and the Dark both vied for power in equal measure.
The Nightsweeper-class star yacht and its droid pilot had been purchased with the money that remained after he'd sold everything his family had once owned. It was finally a place he could call home, and it was wherever he was. He set the ship down amidst the swamp, feeling the pulse of the Dark Side even from here pulling and drawing him in.
He grabbed his helmet and slipped it over his head as he plunged into the swampy Darkness.
It was only in the recent days that he had begun to reach out to others, and that had come with mixed results. Shockingly, it was Sith and former-Sith upon whom he had come to rely. His answers hadn't come from the Jedi. They'd come from those who were condemned by the Order.
So why was Varyn here on Dagobah? Because he was searching for answers, and he was searching for them alone. Whatever creed he may have followed, all proclaimed that the Force had the answers. So when all else had failed him, when he'd lost his way, he'd turned to the Force. A nexus where the Light and the Dark both vied for power in equal measure.
The Nightsweeper-class star yacht and its droid pilot had been purchased with the money that remained after he'd sold everything his family had once owned. It was finally a place he could call home, and it was wherever he was. He set the ship down amidst the swamp, feeling the pulse of the Dark Side even from here pulling and drawing him in.
He grabbed his helmet and slipped it over his head as he plunged into the swampy Darkness.