MightyPants
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The ambient on the mind of Quai was, at least, bizarre. Knowledge and strange things mixed on his mind into a sort of summary that deleted all the trails of his past. He could not believe the training that he received in such one month or two, and it was an special way of learning based on holocrons and datapads borrowed from the old Tython archives.
However he could not handle of all the things and he was very remote of the possibility of making a compendium. He felt sick, his mind was not clear, his spirit started to put away all the energy that he could take from the Jedi. And he didn't saw a solution, no an nearby one.
He raised his eyes, positioning his vision on a statue of the Temple. Around the statue was an important air, a feeling of perseverance, but Quai didn't felt anything on that moment for that statue. In every other time he was not able to take his sight away from the monument but now he didn't was Quai, he didn't was the little green bodied, he didn't was nothing.
He didn't had an identity. Where was his identity? He didn't knew. His cold hands extended, trying to give an touch to the floor.
However he could not handle of all the things and he was very remote of the possibility of making a compendium. He felt sick, his mind was not clear, his spirit started to put away all the energy that he could take from the Jedi. And he didn't saw a solution, no an nearby one.
He raised his eyes, positioning his vision on a statue of the Temple. Around the statue was an important air, a feeling of perseverance, but Quai didn't felt anything on that moment for that statue. In every other time he was not able to take his sight away from the monument but now he didn't was Quai, he didn't was the little green bodied, he didn't was nothing.
He didn't had an identity. Where was his identity? He didn't knew. His cold hands extended, trying to give an touch to the floor.
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