OOC: Open to anyone looking to get into some shenanigans...
It was difficult at times to get away from all the chatter, especially when it resided inside. It had grown much quieter, she was learning to pull her own and to take back some control over her mind, but she wondered how much of it was the Eternal giving her what it wanted. It was taking much compromise on her part, finding ways to satisfy the dark entity's lust as she worked to keep control over her own mind and body. Regardless, each of the spirits that resided inside the mask and now connected with her were just individually unique, a collection of knowledge that was worth more than any wealth in the galaxy. Still, Lyra wanted her peace and it was all about adapting. Something she was quite proficient given the life she lived before coming to the Sith Order.
So then, why was she in this drinking hole in the far reaches of the galaxy?
The Eternal made a mistake and she was a lot stronger than it thought it had believed; it was easy to torture its host and to pull its most precious thoughts. However, when that host grew stronger once again, this was a new struggle, thus the compromising lately. The memories that were contorted and twisted to work against her, were only met with memories that countered such actions, but it was a constant battle as she wished to savior the autonomy she had. It also kept her away from those she sought for their advice and input.
She looked at her glass, normally she did not drink liquor, but in this case, she was feeling she could suffer the taste to take her mind elsewhere.