Post by Netherworld on Mar 10, 2013 14:14:57 GMT -5
It was only then that the Sith realized how stupid her actions had been. Father, forgive me, the young Zabrak shut her eyes and bit her bleeding lip in a desperate attempt to hold the impending tears at bay. All those years. Oh, how little she cared for the abrasive remarks and bloated bragger that left the lips of the woman! And what the Jensaarai had said before, that also mattered not. What really reached Vrag – the only thing that reached her, really – was his last jibe, his last barb. That one had hit her where it hurt the most; instead of lashing out, though, like she was wont to do, the Sith fell back on the cold metal slab, limp and expressionless.
The rest of their conversation brushed past her like she was not really there; just an empty shell whose spirit had left for a trip round the Galaxy. Her eyes, void of life, stared at the pair of her captors, and the words that fell from their lips were coming from somewhere far away. Her breathing was becoming ragged ever the more she immersed in her repressed memories, moments from her past that she had always strived to forget with all of her being.
"You don't know shit, both of you," stemmed from her very soul, a pained, caged animal confined in a mistreated body. "So self-righteous, aren't you? So certain that what you do is right, while the rest of the Universe has got it all wrong," her gaze returned to the room, her breathing slowed slowly. "Really, what is it with everyone who's suffered some kind of indoctrination? Do you think you're really that much better than the Sith? Get real, darling" a dry laugh – more of a bark, really – bubbled up from her lungs and she threw her head back.
"Honey, I'm sure you could, too. But where would that bring us? In fact, I'm sure that you'd either grow bored or frustrated with me before getting anything," she calmly explained to the brunette, her almost serene an expression belying the emotional turmoil in her heart. "Striking a deal is really in everyone's best interest here," she added and focused her gaze on the blue eyes of the Jensaarai.post
The rest of their conversation brushed past her like she was not really there; just an empty shell whose spirit had left for a trip round the Galaxy. Her eyes, void of life, stared at the pair of her captors, and the words that fell from their lips were coming from somewhere far away. Her breathing was becoming ragged ever the more she immersed in her repressed memories, moments from her past that she had always strived to forget with all of her being.
"You don't know shit, both of you," stemmed from her very soul, a pained, caged animal confined in a mistreated body. "So self-righteous, aren't you? So certain that what you do is right, while the rest of the Universe has got it all wrong," her gaze returned to the room, her breathing slowed slowly. "Really, what is it with everyone who's suffered some kind of indoctrination? Do you think you're really that much better than the Sith? Get real, darling" a dry laugh – more of a bark, really – bubbled up from her lungs and she threw her head back.
"Honey, I'm sure you could, too. But where would that bring us? In fact, I'm sure that you'd either grow bored or frustrated with me before getting anything," she calmly explained to the brunette, her almost serene an expression belying the emotional turmoil in her heart. "Striking a deal is really in everyone's best interest here," she added and focused her gaze on the blue eyes of the Jensaarai.post
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