Raze watched her quietly, knowing she was pulling from the energies around her. He considered her question asking if he were certain, and she wouldn’t see the amusement that glinted beneath the helmet.
“I don’t say things simply to say them,” Raze stated flatly. If he spoke, there was truth to it. He turned and walked further into the ruins, using the Force to move some chunks of debris away. After walking for a bit, he spotted what appeared to be an old, cracked throne.
Raze walked towards it, brushing his gloved fingers along the stone armrests. The back of the stone seat was half cracked and the other armrest was missing. Nevertheless, it was positioned directly in the center of the ruins, the moon’s glow shining on it.
Amused, Raze casually sat down on the throne, easing back as if it were his. His arm lazily draped over the intact armrest. He could see Malicia from here and addressed her again.
“Only you can help yourself in the end. Reliance on others for your predicament simply makes you weak and leaves them with leverage over you. You grow dependent on them. Take what you need but forge your own path and seek your own solutions.”
@Dread