Veles went searching for bedding as well, and settled for a mat identically to Malou's. He stepped out of the hut he'd gone into and into the temperate night and for a moment, he felt at peace as he looked around.
The embers of the fire still burning enough to light the area around them up to the near treeline, shining on the features of the foliage, and the night was silent except for the croaking of frogs and the occasional hiss or howl. The sky was a massive splash of stars, planets, comets and asteroids, clearer here than in most civilized planets. The thought that Malou and he were perhaps the only people on the world was quite pleasant. Here they were on a world with no sentient life-forms, no expectations from others, no mind games or political strife. There was no suffering, save for the natural terror of prey animals as the circle of life went on for eternity, and as Veles sat down, he thought about all of this.
"What motivates me?" he echoed, the question snapping him out of his thoughts. He took a moment to reply. "My family, I suppose. My parents are the only ones still alive, but still I'm motivated by them and by their parents and so forth, because they spent generations braving the elements of a planet that so clearly despised their presence until they were able to live a somewhat peaceful life, and all of it so that one day one of their children would leave and become a part of the Empire just as my ancestors did." It sounded so cliche that he considered the question even more, and came up with a more personal answer.
"But above all, I'm motivated by the desire to live life the way I want it, to never feel powerless in front of anyone and to always be the master of my own future." It was interesting how that desire had lead him down some strange paths, some perhaps even unspeakably dark, but such was the way of the Sith. He had been fated to live in the darkness before he was even born, and he had never given much thought to what things would have been like if it hadn't been that way. Veles supposed that in a parallel universe, he was a Jedi, temperate and warm, dedicating himself to the light and to altruism. He'd consider that version of him an absolute imbecile if they met, but knew that the circumstances of one's birth are what ultimately send them down the road they go down.
"What about you?"
@lizziie
The embers of the fire still burning enough to light the area around them up to the near treeline, shining on the features of the foliage, and the night was silent except for the croaking of frogs and the occasional hiss or howl. The sky was a massive splash of stars, planets, comets and asteroids, clearer here than in most civilized planets. The thought that Malou and he were perhaps the only people on the world was quite pleasant. Here they were on a world with no sentient life-forms, no expectations from others, no mind games or political strife. There was no suffering, save for the natural terror of prey animals as the circle of life went on for eternity, and as Veles sat down, he thought about all of this.
"What motivates me?" he echoed, the question snapping him out of his thoughts. He took a moment to reply. "My family, I suppose. My parents are the only ones still alive, but still I'm motivated by them and by their parents and so forth, because they spent generations braving the elements of a planet that so clearly despised their presence until they were able to live a somewhat peaceful life, and all of it so that one day one of their children would leave and become a part of the Empire just as my ancestors did." It sounded so cliche that he considered the question even more, and came up with a more personal answer.
"But above all, I'm motivated by the desire to live life the way I want it, to never feel powerless in front of anyone and to always be the master of my own future." It was interesting how that desire had lead him down some strange paths, some perhaps even unspeakably dark, but such was the way of the Sith. He had been fated to live in the darkness before he was even born, and he had never given much thought to what things would have been like if it hadn't been that way. Veles supposed that in a parallel universe, he was a Jedi, temperate and warm, dedicating himself to the light and to altruism. He'd consider that version of him an absolute imbecile if they met, but knew that the circumstances of one's birth are what ultimately send them down the road they go down.
"What about you?"
@lizziie
