girls writing poetry are always like “i fed my blood to the coyotes i reached inside of myself and tore out my own lungs” and i’m always like damn u good? Mood tho
Redo of a piece I did last year! Though pretty much the only similarities are the subject and the red. Kreia is my favorite Star Wars character by far and I’m sad she doesn’t get more attention.
the exile: Kreia, what are you – are you a Jedi, a Sith?
kreia: Does it matter? Of course it does, such titles allow you to break the galaxy into light and dark, categorize it. Perhaps I am neither, and I hold both as what they are, pieces of a whole. Know that I am your teacher, and that is enough.
the exile: Then what were you?
kreia: What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work that I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? What would it matter now? There is only so much comfort in knowing such things, and it is not who I am now.
Galloping across the floor, not a care in the world — suddenly, a pause, as if to say “Why, that’s me!@ — He rises up triumphantly, before resuming his gallop.
