08-29-2016, 07:07 PM
Marcus watched the Ascendancy mull over the question, giving it the respect it was due. He expected as much. It was a question that had to occur to one such as them, at least subconsciously.
Shadows seemed to flicker about the room, the orange light from the fire and dark dancing about the room. The contrast was palpable, light and dark, alighting among themselves, flickering for ascendancy. And then he answered, a simple, single sentence. . "It feels right."
It was an answer, the only real answer, and Marcus stepped back in his mind, whatever momentary...hesitation? satisfied. The acceptance of the true secret of the universe. In the universe- in your universe- only you truly existed. Of course, others did, in one sense. As allies. As enemies. And as dupes and diversions. All of them temporary as one of those four shifted from one to the other to the other as time went on. They always had to be factored in.
But in the end, it was about you, about what you wanted. Embracing the one simple truth: As far the universe- the entire multiverse inside whatever complex universal machine it ran- you were all that mattered. The Force- this power- had a will. Of that he was sure. But so did he. So did they.
The dark seemed darker, now, as if the fire was going out. Impossible. It appeared to be gas based. And yet the shadows seemed to reach out to him and he embraced them. The room, strangely, lit up, as his eyes adjusted. Dark and yet visible. It was a curious sensation and he....enjoyed it.
Ascendancy's second answer spoke of real power. That was what mattered. Not being cut off from humanity- he had meant the humanity that existed in most people themselves, the desires for acceptance and home and love and whatever else drove people. Ascendants had to be cut off. The Sith were always cut off. It was the way of truth. One could not accept one truth without the other. The only real connection was the knowledge of people, of the world, of what went on and why.
All useful. He smiled and nodded to the man. "Thank you Ascendancy."
He took a drink, now refocused on what mattered. He did another projection. "The Atharim. They believe in the old gods of myth. So...this thing we do, it is merely a return of something old? They claim those things really happened? "
In his mind, he felt a surge of....excitement. Inside those myths he could find clues of the extent of his power. Of what was possible. His mind spun with the possibilities.
Shadows seemed to flicker about the room, the orange light from the fire and dark dancing about the room. The contrast was palpable, light and dark, alighting among themselves, flickering for ascendancy. And then he answered, a simple, single sentence. . "It feels right."
It was an answer, the only real answer, and Marcus stepped back in his mind, whatever momentary...hesitation? satisfied. The acceptance of the true secret of the universe. In the universe- in your universe- only you truly existed. Of course, others did, in one sense. As allies. As enemies. And as dupes and diversions. All of them temporary as one of those four shifted from one to the other to the other as time went on. They always had to be factored in.
But in the end, it was about you, about what you wanted. Embracing the one simple truth: As far the universe- the entire multiverse inside whatever complex universal machine it ran- you were all that mattered. The Force- this power- had a will. Of that he was sure. But so did he. So did they.
The dark seemed darker, now, as if the fire was going out. Impossible. It appeared to be gas based. And yet the shadows seemed to reach out to him and he embraced them. The room, strangely, lit up, as his eyes adjusted. Dark and yet visible. It was a curious sensation and he....enjoyed it.
Ascendancy's second answer spoke of real power. That was what mattered. Not being cut off from humanity- he had meant the humanity that existed in most people themselves, the desires for acceptance and home and love and whatever else drove people. Ascendants had to be cut off. The Sith were always cut off. It was the way of truth. One could not accept one truth without the other. The only real connection was the knowledge of people, of the world, of what went on and why.
All useful. He smiled and nodded to the man. "Thank you Ascendancy."
He took a drink, now refocused on what mattered. He did another projection. "The Atharim. They believe in the old gods of myth. So...this thing we do, it is merely a return of something old? They claim those things really happened? "
In his mind, he felt a surge of....excitement. Inside those myths he could find clues of the extent of his power. Of what was possible. His mind spun with the possibilities.