It had taken a while to uncover but he found out where she lived. With the broadcast, the Knights of Ren had stirred the hornet's nest as Rangers and Jedi alike tried to regroup from it. That let things slip through the cracks and he had been there to pick up those pieces. It led him to her apartment and he remained crouch on the roof of the building opposite from it. Ender slipped out the mask from underneath his robes and stared at it for a moment. This is what he had become and there was no room for regret to attach along to for the journey. He slipped on the mask as it fitted his head perfectly and disguised his features as he backed away from the ledge.
Ender entered the apartment from the small porch and moved with a certain grace as his footsteps didn't make a sound. The home was empty of anyone as the only sound was the ticking of a clock on the wall. The only light came from the moon that hung above outside but lit it well enough. When his gaze turned toward the first door, he opened it to find a room that was clearly for a younger person. Trophies and other little items that showed off her child's personality but half of it was packed away as it looked like someone left in a hurry. One of the awards had his name on it, Crix. He ran his thumb over the name before picking up the medal and eventually tucking it underneath his robes.
When he was about to leave the room, he passed a nightstand with multiple picture frames on it by the bed. He didn't know why but it made him stop in his tracks to look at them. He picked one of the picture frames and saw Trys and Crix hugging each other tightly and smiling happily in it. New feelings exploded through him that he never felt before. It was as if tears wanted to form but nothing inside him was going to ignite it naturally. Jealously ripped through him powerful enough that it made him breathe heavily, the hand that held the picture starting to shake. He never got to meet his own mother and get to live inside the home of a loving family. Instead, he had been experimented on as a child and had pieces of him taken that he could never get back. The glass shattered unexpectantly and it brought him back to senses as he looked back down at the frame. He didn't know what had came over him but he gently placed the picture back down.
The other room didn't have anything of worth and he went into the living room instead. Ender sat down in one of the chairs and extended his arms out along the armrests as he faced toward the door and waited for her to arrive. He had nothing but time on his hands. His eyes drifted to a painting that was hung on the wall, it vibrant from the rest that littered the walls. It was of a woman and man dancing, the colors blending together but clashing together at the same time. It was a mesmerizing painting and even he appreciated the craftsmanship. The painting couldn't be admired for long though as the sound of footsteps echoed outside of the door before the doorknob began to jingle. He prepared for any reaction that was about to come and the force subtly built around himself as a defense. When the door opened and Trys stepped through, she would find Ender sitting down patiently like he lived there himself.
Ender entered the apartment from the small porch and moved with a certain grace as his footsteps didn't make a sound. The home was empty of anyone as the only sound was the ticking of a clock on the wall. The only light came from the moon that hung above outside but lit it well enough. When his gaze turned toward the first door, he opened it to find a room that was clearly for a younger person. Trophies and other little items that showed off her child's personality but half of it was packed away as it looked like someone left in a hurry. One of the awards had his name on it, Crix. He ran his thumb over the name before picking up the medal and eventually tucking it underneath his robes.
When he was about to leave the room, he passed a nightstand with multiple picture frames on it by the bed. He didn't know why but it made him stop in his tracks to look at them. He picked one of the picture frames and saw Trys and Crix hugging each other tightly and smiling happily in it. New feelings exploded through him that he never felt before. It was as if tears wanted to form but nothing inside him was going to ignite it naturally. Jealously ripped through him powerful enough that it made him breathe heavily, the hand that held the picture starting to shake. He never got to meet his own mother and get to live inside the home of a loving family. Instead, he had been experimented on as a child and had pieces of him taken that he could never get back. The glass shattered unexpectantly and it brought him back to senses as he looked back down at the frame. He didn't know what had came over him but he gently placed the picture back down.
The other room didn't have anything of worth and he went into the living room instead. Ender sat down in one of the chairs and extended his arms out along the armrests as he faced toward the door and waited for her to arrive. He had nothing but time on his hands. His eyes drifted to a painting that was hung on the wall, it vibrant from the rest that littered the walls. It was of a woman and man dancing, the colors blending together but clashing together at the same time. It was a mesmerizing painting and even he appreciated the craftsmanship. The painting couldn't be admired for long though as the sound of footsteps echoed outside of the door before the doorknob began to jingle. He prepared for any reaction that was about to come and the force subtly built around himself as a defense. When the door opened and Trys stepped through, she would find Ender sitting down patiently like he lived there himself.
"Home at last."
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