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In a dystopian city, there is a mixture of the empire and the jedi.
Times have evolved and so have they.
The Jedi kind don't want their already falling city to be infested with siths.
What happens when a 'heartless' boy from the dark...
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。Loneliness 。
Maybe he was nice to me because he knew that was the last time I would see the light. Maybe the only humane part left inside him felt the pity, as he realised what his teenage self went through, would be repeated again, with me. Because that's what's happening. I woke up in a cell.
Not only that, but I'm strapped to a chair, triggering the tears as I remember Suho and Lay in the same situation. Is this where they were kept? He's going to make me crazy with my own emotions. Because when you're alone in a dark room, having seen so much, there's not much left to do except go crazy.
His delicate side showed last night, no matter how corrupted he truly is, he's a human. Maybe a small fraction of his brain felt sympathy. It must have triggered something inside him, because I've never heard his voice so soft. He was gentle that night, his touch graceful and calm. Unless of course, that was all another act. To get me to grow on him.
"Ah good you've woken up." I look up to see the crazy, white haired male who's been terrorising Kyungsoo all this time. He's not the same boy because of this fiend. This man with the crazy, white and black eyes. The tanned, tormented skin. It makes me wonder what kind of past his was like. Did he have it as bad as Baekhyun, or was he born into this life?
I don't even have the strength to be frightened anymore. I can only be curious now. I'm numbed by the desire to be finished with. It's the only thing I dream of. I can't even remember my old self. The on,y thing that speaks for me now, is his eyes. They represent rage, fuelled by the chains I'm kept in.
When he pulls out his lightsaber, I stare at the blurred light, the rod of neon that once seemed to being peace and was a symbol of freedom. For me now, it's a symbol of death. So Baekhyun brought this guy to do his dirty work? Is that it. He's got to be watching somewhere. Nothing surprises me anymore.
"Since we'll be spending some time together, we should get to know each other." He says, deciding not to glamour his words with taunt. Instead, he remains monotone, his face neutral. He's not bothered to paint them with lies to make my bones rattle. Neither of us can be bothered. We're both worn. He's affected by Sehun's death. I can tell. I'm pretty sure everyone is. It was a message. For anyone who tried to cross Baekhyun. They'd end up like Sehun. And Irene. I'll never forgive myself for losing such an innocent, pure soul. A soul like me, once.
"My name is Kai. I won't kill you, it just doesn't have that same effect as it once did." He moves into the darkness, the lightsaber being the only source of light. I watch his silhouette walk around the room, followed by his footsteps.
