I open my eyes to find that the brown haired man is back, and looking even colder then last time. This is what the Council sent me? A cold man that seems to hate the idea of having anything to do with me. Wonderful, can't they see I am depressed enough as it is!
He is getting up and coming over here, a slight frown upon his face.
"How deeply did he hurt you?" he asks.
Now that is an interesting question, no more then I deserved, really. "How do you mean, Knight....." I trail off, unsure of how to address him.
"You shall address me as Eoin for now, since I know it might cause you a bit of discomfort to call me Master," he says.
I wince slightly at the word, images of my lost Master coming to my mind.
"I mean emotionally, Kenobi, the Healers have informed me of your physical condition. I surprised that you survived the attack," he says.
I laugh weakly, bitterly, "My Master did not attack me, and he just punished me a little bit."
"So this punishment consisted of both legs being broken, your right arm nearly being shattered, your jaw unhinged, a few lost teeth, five ribs broken which punctured both lungs, and your throat nearly being crushed while your spin and heart are weakened from the stress. That was a punishment to you, and you think you deserved it?" he asks.
My Master did all of that to me. I can't even imagine.... It's scares me.
:"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Two weeks, in and out of a coma. Now, do you think you deserved it?" he asks.
My thoughts are in a whirl. My Master truly did all that! How? It's impossible! He loves me as his son; he wouldn't hurt me so badly! And yet, there is a piece of my heart that doubts.
"I..I don't know," I say finally.
I am so confused.
"I shall give you time to think, young Kenobi. But I shall leave you with this advice. You didn't deserve that, no sentient deserves that," he says, and then leaves.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I am watching him now. He just came back in a few moments ago, and muttered something about having to spend at least two hours with me. Seems he has only spent thirty minutes. I am just going to love this guy. And I do mean that sarcastically. I fear I have started to grow a hard shell around my heart, especially after what he had told me about my Master. Oh, how could you, Master, I thought you loved me as one of your own.
"What happened to my Master?" I ask aloud.
"He was taken down to the lock ups. He shall be presented before the Council, and they shall decide his fate. It will either be life in prison or death," he says.
I do still love my Master, my Father, even after what he has done. I do not wish him to die, but I wish him to be punished. So confusing....
"Will you please keep your thoughts to yourself?" I hear him say.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I can hear your thoughts. Put your shields up or say them out loud," he snaps.
I frown slightly and try to bring up my shields. Something is wrong! I can't! That has never happened before!
"You can't get your shields up? Maybe you are too weak to do so yet. I shall help you," he says, and I feel him reaching into my mind.
My mind is suddenly being flooded with pain. I can hear myself scream and I try to push him from my mind, but I seemed not to be able. I feel hands trying to keep me down and the pain increases, though I know he has withdrawn.
"AHHHhhhh! Help me!" I scream.
"I am trying! Grab onto my presence and use it to drive out the pain!" he orders.
I reach out, and touch his presence. I feel him cry out slightly in pain, and nearly withdraw when I feel his thought in my mind.
//Don't worry about me. Do it quickly!//
I reach for his power, and banish the pain with it. I then succumb to the unconsciousness that is beckoning.
He is getting up and coming over here, a slight frown upon his face.
"How deeply did he hurt you?" he asks.
Now that is an interesting question, no more then I deserved, really. "How do you mean, Knight....." I trail off, unsure of how to address him.
"You shall address me as Eoin for now, since I know it might cause you a bit of discomfort to call me Master," he says.
I wince slightly at the word, images of my lost Master coming to my mind.
"I mean emotionally, Kenobi, the Healers have informed me of your physical condition. I surprised that you survived the attack," he says.
I laugh weakly, bitterly, "My Master did not attack me, and he just punished me a little bit."
"So this punishment consisted of both legs being broken, your right arm nearly being shattered, your jaw unhinged, a few lost teeth, five ribs broken which punctured both lungs, and your throat nearly being crushed while your spin and heart are weakened from the stress. That was a punishment to you, and you think you deserved it?" he asks.
My Master did all of that to me. I can't even imagine.... It's scares me.
:"How long was I out?" I ask.
"Two weeks, in and out of a coma. Now, do you think you deserved it?" he asks.
My thoughts are in a whirl. My Master truly did all that! How? It's impossible! He loves me as his son; he wouldn't hurt me so badly! And yet, there is a piece of my heart that doubts.
"I..I don't know," I say finally.
I am so confused.
"I shall give you time to think, young Kenobi. But I shall leave you with this advice. You didn't deserve that, no sentient deserves that," he says, and then leaves.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I am watching him now. He just came back in a few moments ago, and muttered something about having to spend at least two hours with me. Seems he has only spent thirty minutes. I am just going to love this guy. And I do mean that sarcastically. I fear I have started to grow a hard shell around my heart, especially after what he had told me about my Master. Oh, how could you, Master, I thought you loved me as one of your own.
"What happened to my Master?" I ask aloud.
"He was taken down to the lock ups. He shall be presented before the Council, and they shall decide his fate. It will either be life in prison or death," he says.
I do still love my Master, my Father, even after what he has done. I do not wish him to die, but I wish him to be punished. So confusing....
"Will you please keep your thoughts to yourself?" I hear him say.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I can hear your thoughts. Put your shields up or say them out loud," he snaps.
I frown slightly and try to bring up my shields. Something is wrong! I can't! That has never happened before!
"You can't get your shields up? Maybe you are too weak to do so yet. I shall help you," he says, and I feel him reaching into my mind.
My mind is suddenly being flooded with pain. I can hear myself scream and I try to push him from my mind, but I seemed not to be able. I feel hands trying to keep me down and the pain increases, though I know he has withdrawn.
"AHHHhhhh! Help me!" I scream.
"I am trying! Grab onto my presence and use it to drive out the pain!" he orders.
I reach out, and touch his presence. I feel him cry out slightly in pain, and nearly withdraw when I feel his thought in my mind.
//Don't worry about me. Do it quickly!//
I reach for his power, and banish the pain with it. I then succumb to the unconsciousness that is beckoning.