12-24-2017, 08:57 PM
The atrocities that had been done at the Jedi Temple weighed heavily on Seth’s mind as he strode toward his own temple. There, perhaps, he could meditate and find his peace of mind once more, no longer considering his own less than goodly acts. No longer remembering the sadness and confusion of those poor young souls he had taken to the Underworld to find rest and peace. So many of them had been so young, so innocent… They hadn’t understood why one of their own had turned on them, and Seth hadn’t had the heart to explain the evils of the world.
Halfway there, he stopped, looking out over the city and sighed. He wouldn’t find what he was looking for in his temple. There, he would find subservience and worship, and… Yes, that was all very well and good, and he would enjoy it, but there was where he would find reminders of his long lost son, and that… He did not want. Not now, not after having sent so many children to their rest in the Underworld, not after the conversation he had had with the woman who reminded him so much of Julie.
So he moved away from the street that held the temples, instead looking for somewhere quiet where he might find solace from the tortured memories he held and instead where he might be able to gain a sense of peace. Or if not peace, then perhaps just quiet.
He appeared to be nearly lost in his own private thoughts as he walked, but in truth, his mind was open, touching those around him, hearing what the mortals were thinking, tasting the atmosphere of this new home of his.
Halfway there, he stopped, looking out over the city and sighed. He wouldn’t find what he was looking for in his temple. There, he would find subservience and worship, and… Yes, that was all very well and good, and he would enjoy it, but there was where he would find reminders of his long lost son, and that… He did not want. Not now, not after having sent so many children to their rest in the Underworld, not after the conversation he had had with the woman who reminded him so much of Julie.
So he moved away from the street that held the temples, instead looking for somewhere quiet where he might find solace from the tortured memories he held and instead where he might be able to gain a sense of peace. Or if not peace, then perhaps just quiet.
He appeared to be nearly lost in his own private thoughts as he walked, but in truth, his mind was open, touching those around him, hearing what the mortals were thinking, tasting the atmosphere of this new home of his.