Star Wars Hypocritical Let the Past Die by Continuing
Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Location: Chamber, Bastion of the Ren
Equipment: Black Tunic, Two Lightsabers (Ruby and Emerald color)
The offering accepted, and now his choice sealed for as long as his blood continued to move through out his body with now an added element. Seto often viewed the Force as troublesome, often it gave unneeded ache or worse a lens to his own mind and deeper feelings. Now it proved the same as felt a foreign fragment intertwine with his own self and Force presence.
Is this what it truly means to offer myself to others? The thought hardly warmed the soul, but this feeling did not feel invasive nor was his first reaction to reject it. Just as any scar or markings, this was earned by his own choice and action, as such Seto breathed deeply and accepted his new fate.
His eyes ventured between each one present in the Throne room all the while his ears listened carefully to Lord Sieger's words, or rather his warnings. A displeased father was rather different than that of an angered one, such was the difference Seto wondered which he would have rather preferred. The comparison of rooting and cutting clean the cancer pushed Seto's favor to the former option rather than the later. Quite amusing really, either we offer to spill our own blood or it shall be done by force. The connected made in his mind gave no solace, but only continued sobering thoughts of the future.
How easier life certainly would be if he had been nothing but a mindless drone only fit to follow the most basic commands, Quite a repugnant lot in life actually. A soft phantom of a smile danced across his features at the mere thought of being a simple man in a simple galaxy. And that would be a boring lot of a life instead. No, Seto figured if he were to embrace the absurdity of this galaxy, better to do it with a willing step forward and under a guidance of a Force larger than life in Lord Sieger Ren.
Let us see how far we can go, how further we soar before we all tumble downwards to our eventual end. This time his smile turned real, Seto had no second thoughts. Disappointment has been filled to the brim in this galaxy, now I must dance around it all as I have always done before and continue to do so.
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The amenities of their new quarters filled Seto with disappointment, My that was fast. Wearily he searched around and began to reorganize a few matters with his new room. Firstly these new tunics and clothing, Seto's careful eye and hands found the material of decent quality and after a quick sizing he mumbled slight approval of the fitting. Not that I would ever complain so soon after seeing my new room.
Seto sighed and returned his attention to the rest of his room, he noted while very utilitarian the room as a whole was not uncomfortable by any stretch of the word. Careful, he pulled out his deck of sabacc cards from inside his vest and slowly undressed himself to replace his own clothing with what was provided. His suit, vest and tie all laid neatly in the trunk with his pants forming its foundation, as it were Seto bemused with himself at the thought of saying good bye to his clothing.
Slowly he sat cross legged ontop of his bed and silently focused the mind and body, the Force called upon as Seto mediated to ready himself for the trails in the morning. The young Du Couteau had already suffered through quite some rigorous training and tests, but something in the Praetorian's roused a sense of anticipation.
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The gravity of his new situation hadn't fully dawned on Seto, even as the Sun had yet risen from its own slumber. Huh, almost as if they intend for us to raise the star itself back up into the sky. Amusing and utterly ridiculous as the notion sounded, the Knight of Ren were here to conduct the impossible and allow their Lord's will to become realized. Perhaps raising a sun to its place would be a simpler task from the Ren's future duties.
Of course, now the question if the path to success laid here in front of them, If I were to venture a guess or rather hazard one, one can only train and wait to find out. Perhaps not an answer most pleasing to the ear in his mind, but Seto had been dealt terrible hands in the past and the path to success never appeared straight forward. Or fair for that matter.
"And he will continue to do so until our Lord obtains his desired goals for us Ren. So best we achieve success the first time, either from a path set before us, or one we make with our own blood, sweat and tears." Seto voiced his opinion, his smile tugged only one corner of his lips as he had a much relaxed tone in his voice.
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