05-15-2018, 11:20 AM
The Sage was silent for a time despite Luci’s request, regaining his composure from the experience to such insanity and power. He held shut his eyes, steadying his breath, cleansing his mind of Azathoth’s tendrils as well as he could. He opened his eyes to see Luci’s hunger. She itched to be on with her journey, further into his madness. A few seconds of exposure had so unsettled him, yet she had experienced undoubtedly far more. Was she too far gone already? The Sage spoke finally, but his voice was tinged with sorrow.
“Luci… are you quite certain that there is no other path?” he watched her gaze as he spoke, but her eyes scintillated in a way he could not read.
“Perhaps I or another ally could find your body in Coruscant. I have only a small bounty from a foolish misunderstanding, they might not notice me if I am clever enough.” Luci did not immediately reject his suggestion verbally, but he could read her well enough to know that she was not truly listening to the idea. Her eyes looked out into the distance of the Sage’s mindscape, seeing only the beckoning of the Unfathomable. The Sage took her hand in both of his, drawing her attention away from Azathoth’s influence for a brief instant.
“This path may allow you an escape, you are correct. But I have known many schemes in my years, and this route is beyond any doubts a deception.” He spoke with concern.
“I know.” Said Luci, but her gaze had strayed again into the distance and he could not tell whether she was responding to him or the other presence within her mind. The Sage sighed, realizing that Luci’s path was beyond his ability to mold. All he could do was prepare her as best as he could for the trial that was ahead of her.
“Come.” He said, beginning to walk, “We must go and retrieve the key. I fear I have misplaced it.”
“Luci… are you quite certain that there is no other path?” he watched her gaze as he spoke, but her eyes scintillated in a way he could not read.
“Perhaps I or another ally could find your body in Coruscant. I have only a small bounty from a foolish misunderstanding, they might not notice me if I am clever enough.” Luci did not immediately reject his suggestion verbally, but he could read her well enough to know that she was not truly listening to the idea. Her eyes looked out into the distance of the Sage’s mindscape, seeing only the beckoning of the Unfathomable. The Sage took her hand in both of his, drawing her attention away from Azathoth’s influence for a brief instant.
“This path may allow you an escape, you are correct. But I have known many schemes in my years, and this route is beyond any doubts a deception.” He spoke with concern.
“I know.” Said Luci, but her gaze had strayed again into the distance and he could not tell whether she was responding to him or the other presence within her mind. The Sage sighed, realizing that Luci’s path was beyond his ability to mold. All he could do was prepare her as best as he could for the trial that was ahead of her.
“Come.” He said, beginning to walk, “We must go and retrieve the key. I fear I have misplaced it.”
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