#ofsdeath

"Like they want to kill me or like they want to kriff me?"

Look, no one has ever accused Sabi of being coy. Sly, definitely. Subtle? On occasion. But never coy. She doesn't raise her voice above a murmur, though. No point in drawing more outside attention.

"My friend if I were to die. Everything as you know it would be shrouded in nothingness." The blonde man said with a coy smile as he turned to face him. The glowing halo above his head shifting with his head as he spoke. A general almost happy warmth surrounded his body as death approached with such a stride it was a surprise.

He knew of death. Death was a very natural thing in the galaxy. Weather it be from life diminishing war's that go on for millions of years, to natural causes. Such as supernova's. His true expression of passion. The build up to a finally. But each year. Darkness slowly claws into his heart. The mark of his brother. Darkness..and space itself needed one such a thing to bend it's balance. And make sure things were on track. Even if it meant they themselves were to be at odds. The force bled into him. And his brother. Dragging two gods that must keep balance into the war between the light side of the force and the dark. And Yrdis was just thankful for the company at the moment.

Even if that company happened to be death. His tall height shifting to something more fitting. To a proper height so he may not look up at him.

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ! ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda: We can't lose. Because we have this. *points to their chest*

Death: We have heart?

Pris curtsies, a susuruss of skirts against ice. She lingers in it, eyes downcast, for a beat. It's more than she gives any knight or king who graces her shores. Like any witch, she knows the ritual is less important than intent. And few intents matter more than respect.

When she straightens, there's a small smile on her face. Polite. Hopeful.

──✶prompts from star wars: the clone wars

"It takes two to fight, but it also only takes one to murder with reckless abandon." It's a weak response, but the most he is willing to give for the Republic because despite his act otherwise, he doesn't care much for who is ruling where. Just how and why. The Jedi have a complicated history with choosing sides (especially given how they aren't supposed to), but an ever polarizing galaxy means they are frequently wedged between two evils and having to support the ones less likely to wipe out the Order—along with everyone else who inconveniences them—in a bid for power.

"I'm not saying we're without fault, but what choice do we have?" The Jedi aren't meant to be an army, it's been written in the law itself for the past few centuries, but it goes against their beliefs to sit idle while innocent people die. Worse than that, Obi-Wan hasn't the faintest idea what would have happened had the Jedi refused to fight, what would have happened to the Clones, how many planets still would have been destroyed in the surrender, or what the Republic would have done to convince them to stay. "We fight and people die, and if we don't fight then even more will be lost."

The claim to victory has already been lost by all sides; the best anyone can hope for now is a future where half the planets in the galaxy haven't been glassed, something that is not above anyone's morality.

❝ You are made of bones that break and blood that spills. ❞

The illusory being looms over his shoulder as it so often does, whispering memento mori into his ear; he does not turn to face it. Its words are lies, untruths, and above all outdated. As he examines and loads quarrels one-by-one into his sniper-rifle magazines—an act of almost ritual importance—he issues his correction.