"I wonder if it's better off that way, being unable to remember the past." Except as painful as it is, Cal knows that it's important. What's happened in the past is what made him what he is now, good and bad. The bad just tends to haunt you a lot worse.
He refrains from saying as much. Evangeline seems more focused on the present. Maybe that's the best way to go about things after all. Except that right now he feels just as lost as he did five years ago.
The padawan glances at Evangeline, a crooked smile tugging partially at his face. "Well not really- you were the one that said you didn't mind a lot of questions," he points out. "But I guess that's fair. The Nightsisters... to tell you the truth, I don't really know a whole lot about them. From what I heard, they were supposedly wiped out during the war that happened several years ago, but I guess that's not true now that I've seen one."
He remembers the echoes in the Force he'd sensed, the sadness of being the survivor. It resonates with him even now. "Anyway," he continues, shaking his head, "-the Nightsisters use some kind of...dark magick, I guess they called it. I'm not sure how it works, if it's some twisting of the dark side of the Force, but the Nightsister I ran into used it to bring to life the corpses of her dead sisters. She...didn't exactly trust me being there, so I had to outrun a bunch of them." A shrug. "...so my first impression of undead isn't the greatest."
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He refrains from saying as much. Evangeline seems more focused on the present. Maybe that's the best way to go about things after all. Except that right now he feels just as lost as he did five years ago.
The padawan glances at Evangeline, a crooked smile tugging partially at his face. "Well not really- you were the one that said you didn't mind a lot of questions," he points out. "But I guess that's fair. The Nightsisters... to tell you the truth, I don't really know a whole lot about them. From what I heard, they were supposedly wiped out during the war that happened several years ago, but I guess that's not true now that I've seen one."
He remembers the echoes in the Force he'd sensed, the sadness of being the survivor. It resonates with him even now. "Anyway," he continues, shaking his head, "-the Nightsisters use some kind of...dark magick, I guess they called it. I'm not sure how it works, if it's some twisting of the dark side of the Force, but the Nightsister I ran into used it to bring to life the corpses of her dead sisters. She...didn't exactly trust me being there, so I had to outrun a bunch of them." A shrug. "...so my first impression of undead isn't the greatest."