Jacen Solo is a half Jedi/half Sith (galacticsaviour) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-10-17 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | jacen solo |
Who: Jacen Solo and Eve
What: Poking a former Sith Lord.
When: Any time in the last 24 hours!
Where: Wolfram and Hart
Rating/Warning: High- there's poking of a former Sith Lord! Unpleasantness!
Status: In progress
Jacen was irritated. Unfortunately, not yet angry. The treatment was always just an annoyance, shocks designed to distracted not cause him pain. And he needed the pain, needed it to break through the haze caused by the drugs still in his system. Thanks to the Vong and the Embrace of Pain, he gained strength through pain. But it seemed Eve knew that and kept him too out of it to call on the Force.
He never thought he would find time in this city to cling onto what Vergere had done to him. His feelings towards the Fosh were complicated, she had in so many ways destroyed him and set him on the path towards becoming Caedus, but at the same time she had given him a strength and a perspective he had never had before, something the Jedi Academy had always lacked.
"Everything I tell you is a lie. Every question I ask you is a trick. You will find no truth in me."
"Is it what the teacher teaches or what the student learns?"
Vergere had taught her lessons well, and Jacen suspected that Eve could learn a lot from her in the ways of manipulation and trickery. If Eve truly believed she could create a Sith she could control in Jacen Solo, then she was terrifyingly deluded. It had taken a decade of crafting, by both Vergere and Lumiya to create Darth Caedus and both had given their lives as part of it. War and loss had played big parts in his fall to the Dark Side and Jacen very much doubted that Eve had either the time or the skills needed to make him walk such a path again.
But what she could do was hurt his family. His wife, his daughter, and those he had grown to care about in Los Angeles like Sarah and Xander, Xander who he held no grudge against, the younger version anyway. The older one who had betrayed him would be having words with him as soon as he was freed. And he had no idea what was happening to Sam, locked away in another room. While he believed not in any almighty God, he still prayed to whoever may have been listening that the younger man would be able to resist Eve's temptations. Both for himself and for Faith and the rest of the Winchester family, who Jacen both liked and respected.
Gritting his teeth against another shock, he strained against the holds that were not breaking as he took comfort in reciting both the codes of the Sith and of the Jedi in his head.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.
He was no longer simply Jedi or Sith, but the Balance of the two, passion and peace, strength and serenity. That was something it seemed that Eve would never understand.