Ezekiel sat on top of the tallest building of the Jedi Temple on Ajan Kloss, just staring out over the jungle with his remaining eye. The other, along with his vocal cords, had been slashed during his recent mission to Yavin to help build a Temple there as well. He came face to face with the Dark Side again, just like on Lothal...This time, it hadn't been a test, and had nearly killed him. This was all starting to become too much, his anchor in the form of logic and science beginning to shatter and leave him completely adrift. He'd been alone for all his life, his parents...The less he thought of them and their neglectful ways, the better. It was his own problem he was too shy to reach out to others, the fear of failure or being rejected freezing him every time he tried. He would have lost it all if he hadn't dived into his studies, using the surety of science and reason as a way to keep from losing everything he was and just...well, ending things. Ever since the Force had entered his life, though, that had changed. He desperately tried to find the same surety in the mysterious power, but everything about it defied what he knew. He was no closer to discovering the secrets of it needed to gain that sense of understanding, so he had started to fray at the edges of his mind trying to do so.
Now, it had almost become too much. He didn't have to worry about talking anymore, the fact that he'd lost his vocal cords meant he wouldn't be able to anyway. He'd been damn lucky that slash hadn't cut his windpipe or his artery. He was also lucky his other eye hadn't been taken, the claw having stopped just below it. He had scars on his face, chest, and side from where the apparition had tried to skin him to break him in fear, though in a twisted way Ezekiel's despair had prevented that, even leading to him tapping into the Force after finding a hint of serenity in his choice to be a sacrifice. Was that what his path should be? The thing he was searching for, his purpose for existing, was it to take in the pain of others so that he could give them light and peace in return? Part of him was very disgruntled at this thought, but he couldn't deny what had happened. He didn't know what to do, so he let his mind race as he looked over his current home. How much longer it would be so, though, he didn't know.
Now, it had almost become too much. He didn't have to worry about talking anymore, the fact that he'd lost his vocal cords meant he wouldn't be able to anyway. He'd been damn lucky that slash hadn't cut his windpipe or his artery. He was also lucky his other eye hadn't been taken, the claw having stopped just below it. He had scars on his face, chest, and side from where the apparition had tried to skin him to break him in fear, though in a twisted way Ezekiel's despair had prevented that, even leading to him tapping into the Force after finding a hint of serenity in his choice to be a sacrifice. Was that what his path should be? The thing he was searching for, his purpose for existing, was it to take in the pain of others so that he could give them light and peace in return? Part of him was very disgruntled at this thought, but he couldn't deny what had happened. He didn't know what to do, so he let his mind race as he looked over his current home. How much longer it would be so, though, he didn't know.
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