Sylvain sat at the terminal for several moments after the transmission went off. Something seemed strange about his mother's response. She had never been an overly emotional woman, but the absolute lack of weariness or connection with his father seemed off. And while Baras' influence was do doubt at hand in her recovery, it seemed odd for her to be so dismissive of his concern.
Mother was always the regal and elegant type, however, so perhaps she was just putting on her public face for her boy to see... It was not his favorite face, however, and wondered where the affectionate mother he was.
But, with the hours dragging on late into the night, Sylvain found himself tiring. Slipping into bed he looked up at the roof, pondering his next steps...
Think steps ahead.... think steps ahead... Think like Baras.....
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_________________ Force Sensitive | Human | Reputation 8 | Graduation 13 | Imperial Noble | Acolyte | Charming | Baras' Apprentice Carries: Armored Clothing, Communicator, Lightsaber (Purple), 2x Stimpacks, Survival Kit, Jungle Clothes, Holopad
"The promise given was a necessity of the past: the word broken is a necessity of the present." -Sylvain Torsin
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