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So many things had changed for Varyn over the last few weeks that he felt like a completely different person. For all intents and purposes his life had flipped on its head and he'd abandoned all former contacts he had. Not that many of his former contacts were even alive anymore. Friends and family? What were those?
It was, at least in part, his meeting with Master Tiamat that had sparked this delve into the archives. The wheels in his head had been set turning, and he realized that for the first time in his life he had the opportunity to set his own destiny. To make his own rules and to shape the galaxy the way he wanted it to be.
What he'd done instead was throw himself into his work. His work. Not just the Sith or the Empire but finding his place in all of this. He'd spent years with people whispering in his mind about what he should be and how he should act but now he was going to make his own destiny.
He sat at a desk surrounded by piles of books not because he was looking for some new technique, lost saber form, or anything else so exciting to people. No, he was looking for answers about the nature of the Force. The nature of the Sith. Who they really were. Most people - even Champions - didn't really understand the answer to that question. But it was perhaps the only question that mattered now. What Tiamat had done, in effect, was give him internal permission to find the answers for himself.
He pushed back from the desk and leaned back heavily in his chair, head starting to throb from staring at books too long and let out a quiet groan.
He put his hands to his forehead and turned over all he had read. Darth Bane, Darth Plagueis, Darth Kravos, Andraste, Darth Sidious... they all seemed to have different definitions of what it meant to be Sith but all were built on the Sith Code. That was what had made Varyn so fascinated. They were nowhere near as simple and narrow-minded as the Jedi made them sound.
And yet - as excited as he was - he needed a break. To eat or stretch his legs, to talk to someone or... something.
It was, at least in part, his meeting with Master Tiamat that had sparked this delve into the archives. The wheels in his head had been set turning, and he realized that for the first time in his life he had the opportunity to set his own destiny. To make his own rules and to shape the galaxy the way he wanted it to be.
What he'd done instead was throw himself into his work. His work. Not just the Sith or the Empire but finding his place in all of this. He'd spent years with people whispering in his mind about what he should be and how he should act but now he was going to make his own destiny.
He sat at a desk surrounded by piles of books not because he was looking for some new technique, lost saber form, or anything else so exciting to people. No, he was looking for answers about the nature of the Force. The nature of the Sith. Who they really were. Most people - even Champions - didn't really understand the answer to that question. But it was perhaps the only question that mattered now. What Tiamat had done, in effect, was give him internal permission to find the answers for himself.
He pushed back from the desk and leaned back heavily in his chair, head starting to throb from staring at books too long and let out a quiet groan.
He put his hands to his forehead and turned over all he had read. Darth Bane, Darth Plagueis, Darth Kravos, Andraste, Darth Sidious... they all seemed to have different definitions of what it meant to be Sith but all were built on the Sith Code. That was what had made Varyn so fascinated. They were nowhere near as simple and narrow-minded as the Jedi made them sound.
And yet - as excited as he was - he needed a break. To eat or stretch his legs, to talk to someone or... something.