by Lord Bellious on Sat Jun 29, 2019 2:49 am
After her own ordeal was concluded, Lord Bellious rejoined the rest of the gathered Sith and watched what Serasai's unidirectional ambition had led her to. She felt something. Long ago, when she still could love and understand the loss of it, it might have affected her more, but now she needed to isolate the sensation to name it.
It was pity. Not for her, she had chosen what she had wanted. For him.
However, it was how the dreams of blue-blooded children ended. Moyr, the lowly alien, once fooled and scorned, was now in many ways triumphant. The one chosen by him then was now a lifeless bloody heap of flesh and implants. And yet, it still wasn't satisfaction or schadenfreude, but pity. Moyr Ahaya didn't find much bliss in life, something had ended in her on that final night on Korriban, but she ended up being a better Sith for it. And with that hindsight, she valued the hate of that moment. Maybe it could be his path to the Dark Side as well now, she thought, the pain and despair turning into strength.
She was curious if it might turn out so. But she was probably the last person Sylvain would like to talk with right now. So she shook off those thoughts and focused on the room.
Sith Lord | Über-Twi'lek | Shadow | Many-faced Lethan | Has Already Won | Aspirant | No Known Master or Apprentice | Captain of the Bitch | Owner of La Belle Époque | Assistant: Razzya
Passion, X-30 Lancer, Fett Armour, Stims, Palm Stunner, Commlink, Datapad, Hans Scanner, Scramble Key, Virginia the Death Robot (sometimes)
"One must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star." - Friedrich Nietzsche