Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

78. The Library

"You look tired," Qimir stated.

You looked up from your book, dead into his eyes. What was the point of his comment? Did he think he changed the world with that sentence? That he was being funny? Noticed how no one laughed? You clapped the book together, tilted your head, carefully picking your next words.

"Maybe I am?" You simply answered. Closing any chance of interest in him, you hoped. You opened the book again.

"Why?" He asked.

You froze a little bit as you looked around in the room, at all the books.

"Maybe because I am just human, and humans get tired? Maybe because you're the most difficult person I've ever had to train? Maybe it's because I don't feel like we're going anywhere? Who knows, the list is long of possibilities," You plastered on a fake smile as you eyes reached his gaze again, your shoulder rising as you spoke.

Qimir leaned back in his chair, lifting an eyebrow at your reaction to his simple question. He knew something was wrong, firstly because you were almost never exhausted, almost to a point where it got annoying. Qimir were the one of the two of you that normally would get sleepy. Secondly, the way you pushed the blame onto him, made it clear that even if it was actually his fault, you were now exaggerating simply to cover to hide something else.

"Okay, you're tired... we should get some rest and we'll come back tomorrow," Qimir suggested.

"I'm not tired, speak for yourself," You didn't even look up from the book.

His mouth dropped by the sound of your attitude. Always so sassy, at least in your natural habitat. He sat up in the chair, studying you. Your hair was lose, but tucked behind your white veil. The same veil he knew was hiding the beautiful ring he had gotten you. You wore more relaxed pieces of clothing, an almost linen looking fabric in a beige color. None of these things of course mattered, cause the true beauty was your face. How your eyes looked so lively in passion, while doing what you liked the most. Reading.

"You just said you we-" Qimir began, but you didn't let him finish before he stared deadly into your eyes.

"I just don't understand this paragraph," he watched as you complained, your eyes scanning through it multiple times.


"Read it for me," Qimir likes listening to your voice.

"Okay, but it makes no sense, it goes like this... To create light you need structure. Light is neither free or accessible for all. Light is difficult to sustain. A unreliable source in the force, unlike the darkness," You read the words out loud.

Qimir began to laugh.

"Who said it?" He knew perfectly well who, but he wanted you to say it loud.

"A force user with the name of Karness Muur" You spoke, your nose in the book.

"The reason why they only called him a force user, is because he was one of the first Sith Lords to ever exist," Qimir explained.