wisdom.

“how is he?”

keeping her voice low, ikora turns her gaze from the traveler above to the guardian next to her. indigo-colored eyes soften, ever so slightly, as the void fades back into her skin. there is no word to describe the rage that bubbles in her heart. not a single word in the seven languages ikora rey speaks that could even come close to the pain she suffered at the lost of sagira.

and the worst part of it all is that she knows her pain cannot even compare to her father’s, who must now go through the rest of his life within his constant companion. her eyes shift briefly, to the warlock who stands not far from her own outpost, then she smiles.

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you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, UNWAVERING in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to SELF-DESTRUCTION. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are ALLOWED to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be SELFISH in your fierceness, just once.