[ He's mid-meditation - because he ought to, apparently, because he's got a mess to clean up, the extent of which he isn't even fully aware of yet - when his comlink buzzes. There's no around here to disturb at the moment; with the Galactic Republic still reeling from Palpatine's death and the armada scrambling to close up dead ends all over the galaxy, no one truly has the time. No one but him and a few younglings and they give him a wide berth still, seeing as gossip goes around, particularly in the temple.
That he'd almost...
Well, but he didn't, did he.
He listens to Sarica's message, a smile spreading slowly on his lips. He still gets winded easily and his chest and ribs, in particular, feel like someone parked an RT-AT on him but regardless...it feels right. Listening to his words and knowing what he chose to do. How it turned out.
In other news, the comment about swords go straight to his groin so that's nice and awkward, out here in the meditation gardens. He groans and shifts a little before hitting the button to reply. ]
Oh, definitely - it helps. Even now, though everything has changed, it helps more than I think you realize.
[ He straightens up a little to take the pressure of bending forward off his lungs, his clothes rustling. In the background, there's the faint noises of Coruscanti traffic chugging along as always, like the world didn't just end last week, like it didn't just... He breathes in slowly before he continues: ]
It won't really feel like much to you guys, what with your planet being at the absolute butt-end of the galaxy but regardless, here's your macro-political update of the day. The Chancellor of the Republic is dead. [ Pause. A heavy swallow here, still. He can't help it. ] I - well, my men killed him because they had to. To save me.
[ He looks away, up, towards the sky. A brief pause as he centers himself. ]
He was evil, Sarica. Evil to the bone and deeper yet. [ Thinly: ] And he'd been my close friend for so long. Or, I thought he had. I'm still pretty confused about this.
Anyway, it took me a little while to heal up but I'm up and about again, right as rain. [ Well, close to. Whatever. ] Though I should be focusing on my own mental balance, I bet you already know what I'm thinking about. Your comment about what you've earned. What we've earned and what it implies. I keep thinking about you getting paid help and changing up your entire home, about how it would suit us now if I came on my own volition, freely, with nothing to barter with except whatever you'd like to have of me.
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That he'd almost...
Well, but he didn't, did he.
He listens to Sarica's message, a smile spreading slowly on his lips. He still gets winded easily and his chest and ribs, in particular, feel like someone parked an RT-AT on him but regardless...it feels right. Listening to his words and knowing what he chose to do. How it turned out.
In other news, the comment about swords go straight to his groin so that's nice and awkward, out here in the meditation gardens. He groans and shifts a little before hitting the button to reply. ]
Oh, definitely - it helps. Even now, though everything has changed, it helps more than I think you realize.
[ He straightens up a little to take the pressure of bending forward off his lungs, his clothes rustling. In the background, there's the faint noises of Coruscanti traffic chugging along as always, like the world didn't just end last week, like it didn't just... He breathes in slowly before he continues: ]
It won't really feel like much to you guys, what with your planet being at the absolute butt-end of the galaxy but regardless, here's your macro-political update of the day. The Chancellor of the Republic is dead. [ Pause. A heavy swallow here, still. He can't help it. ] I - well, my men killed him because they had to. To save me.
[ He looks away, up, towards the sky. A brief pause as he centers himself. ]
He was evil, Sarica. Evil to the bone and deeper yet. [ Thinly: ] And he'd been my close friend for so long. Or, I thought he had. I'm still pretty confused about this.
Anyway, it took me a little while to heal up but I'm up and about again, right as rain. [ Well, close to. Whatever. ] Though I should be focusing on my own mental balance, I bet you already know what I'm thinking about. Your comment about what you've earned. What we've earned and what it implies. I keep thinking about you getting paid help and changing up your entire home, about how it would suit us now if I came on my own volition, freely, with nothing to barter with except whatever you'd like to have of me.
I'll give that to you, if you like. If you want.
[ Pause. Then, with complete certainty: ]
I want to give that to you.
It won't be long now, Sarica. It won't be long.
[ Off. ]