#ver0sha

they're pressed in by waves, waves, waves. ocean on all sides, working out its ruffles like below-the-surface sinew. it, unlike skin, has no limit on going. it just goes and goes, playing, whether it ends as a broken spate on the rocks or as a somnic burble, simply fading. but then, still, it goes.

like the overhead firmament, who yawns to sleep.

he's looking out over that everything like there is no horizon. there is nothing else. osha reminds him of what's come to pass, then what's coming to be, and he glances at her sideways.

‘ it used to be lonelier. ’

her face, night-washed, reminds qimir of the whys.

Mae's eyes are an empty abyss. Forgotten are the days of her childhood spent with the woman in front of her -- sporting a face that looks too much like her own. The Jedi had trained her with a purpose. Find the two responsible for so many deaths and bring them into custody. Mae didn't see any signs of the man, but she could feel him -- far off for now and not aware of the danger Osha was in. Good. It'd be easier to take one at a time and it seemed almost certain that Osha was the weaker of the two.

he's not going to deny her. whether she's right or wrong, he prefers when osha lets herself go to fold the spaces in-between. does she see the recess wherein he relaxes, listening to the waves, the sea? the force? she could follow him down that dusky corridor. he would follow her, if she asked.

some meme i lost hehe

qimir sets down his cup, tapping it once before turning his attention to osha. from the beginning, he could sense that osha was powerful, much more than she realized. he could also sense that she didn't understand the full potential of power, the full potential of what she could reach. he had never been interested in being the most powerful, but he'd be lying if he said power itself didn't interest him. after all, after having been stripped of it for so long, it only made sense. it's this thought that goes through his mind as he approaches. always at a distance, never too close into her personal space. despite bringing her here, he isn't holding her hostage.

"they were trying to kill me, osha," he says softly, making sure to maintain eye contact with her. in a way, he's almost sorry for killing osha's friends. however, he also knows that an apology wouldn't make up for it, so he doesn't bother. he would rather she understand. he doesn't want her to end up in a situation where she's unwilling to kill those who are attacking her. especially if they are jedi. "i did what i had to. it's not about morality. it's about survival."

he steps a bit closer then pauses, reaching for his sleeve. he moves as slow as possible, not to scare her. lifting his sleeve, he shows a large scar there, one of many. it's a fresh one, given to him by scraping it on a rock when fighting the jedi. at the time, it had felt like nothing. now, though, it stings a bit. "the jedi do not ask questions. they kill without mercy. someday, you will see that."