It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
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"I mean, Justice found me worthy enough to bond with, so that counts for something, I suppose." A being who embodies justice, Anders trusts such a being.
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There had been a spirit that wanted to bond with Altair too, but both the spirit and the circumstances were quite different. Altair had been seeking spirits to bind after all, and Horak-Mul was certainly no spirit of anything good.
Not that he was about to say that he had a spirit of an ancient Sith Lord bound to him. Certainly not when he wasn't even being open about being Sith himself.
"You truly went above and beyond. I'm going to have to find a way to repay you."
Anders could have just healed him and then left him there, after all. And he certainly didn't have to give him food either. But he had.
And that meant a lot to Altair.
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He ate his ration bar slowly, making it last. He would have to buy proper food at some point, and have an actual meal.
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Not because he felt like he owed him, but because he wanted to. He didn't want his effort to repay him turning into a burden, but he did feel like he should do something, at least. He would find a way to properly say thanks, sometime in the future.
"It won't be anything too grand. I'm not sure if I should follow that with an I promise or unfortunately," He said, with a quiet little laugh.
He deserved something grand for saving a life, but it would be something small, so he supposed that I promise was desired. Perhaps some fresh food, or even just more ration bars. The idea of parting with food was a great source of anxiety for him, of course, but he managed to suppress his instinct to be afraid at the idea.
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Anders finished off his ration bar and tucked the wrapper away into his pocket for future disposal. He lay back on the tiny, lumpy mattress, just staring at the ceiling and contemplating things.
"Where will you go from here?"
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He wouldn't do anything to endanger the other man, after all. It'd be something small.
His question made Altair shrug his shoulders slightly though, not quite sure himself. He'd been something of a wanderer ever since ending up in this time, going where the Force willed him, helping out where he could.
"I don't know."
Maybe he'd leave the planet, go somewhere new, continue to help where it was needed.
Or maybe he'd stay. Settle down for a while.
"Not like I have a home anywhere, or even any friends out there, so... I might stay here a while longer, try to do some good. Or I might continue traveling. I'm sure there are interesting sights out there, and more people who need a helping hand."
He smiled slightly, "Well, sights as in new surroundings to sense, anyway."
Not that he was actually blind, but... He was still scared.
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Those officers could remove her from her position, or just flat out refuse to listen to her. Elthina could easily remove Meredith from power after seeing what she was doing to civilians, whether or not they had connections to the rebellion. Yet nobody was doing a thing. It just went to show just how little the Empire cared about those it claimed to serve and protect.
"If you decide to travel, I recommend you stay away from Orlais. They embody the Empire's ideals all too well, if you catch my drift."
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In this day and age especially. Altair felt like his Empire hadn't been like that. It had been capable of change, of evolution. Or maybe he'd only felt like that because he had a say in it. Because he could change the Empire from within.
Make it better.
This Empire though? He couldn't do anything. All he could do was to help where he could, oppose it where he could.
"And say no more. It's officially off my list of places to visit."
It was an attempt at a joke, except not really. He didn't really think there was such a place as a planet overly welcoming to aliens, but Orlais sounded like... Well, kind of like Dromund Kaas or Korriban back in his day.
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Anders lays back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "That's actually my home planet. I hope to go back some day, if I survive this war and we beat the Empire."
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Given the Empire's view on both aliens and humans born outside the Core Worlds.
Altair could only hope that the Empire fell soon. That the suffering would stop soon. Too many people had been hurt- were being hurt- already. And he hated it. For his Empire, he'd wanted stability, rationality. A stable, rational Empire was a peaceful one.
But this one? It talked a good game, sure, but that was all.
"I hope you'll get to go back too."
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Anders's presence had done quite a lot for morale of the local cell. He might not have identified as a Jedi, but the fact that he survived the purge still gave others hope.
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Hope was necessary. Hope could bring about change.
It sounded more like a Jedi concept, of course. But he supposed he wasn't quite so Sith that he couldn't believe. Hope, and perseverance. That was what would see them through to a brighter tomorrow.
And until then, he would do what he could.
He wondered what he'd feel, when this Empire fell.
"When it does, maybe I'll finally settle down somewhere. Open a shop. Stop fighting. It was my dream before- well. Before."
Before he became Sith. But he couldn't say that.
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There would be a need to restore the Jedi, albeit with some serious reforms, but the way Anders saw it, joining should have to be a choice. If one didn't want to become a guardian of peace and just wanted to run a shop, then that was their right.
"Me, all I want is a handsome spouse and maybe a farm."
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"A nice dream. I hope it comes true, one day. I once hoped- dreamed- that when I settled down to open a shop, I'd have a husband too. A family of my own. A husband and a bunch of animals count, right?"
He'd never really wanted children. Didn't think he'd be a good father. And maybe he was afraid that he'd turn into his own.
But a husband? Sure. He'd wanted that.
"These days though, I'd settle for a shop, and I'm content to be alone."
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"It's funny. The Jedi always told us that love leads to the dark side, because we'll just prioritize the one person over the good of all, or that love will lead us to darker feelings. But let me tell you, there's nothing wrong with having feelings."
Anders lay on his side, trying to get comfortable on the mattress.
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It wasn't like he'd never been in love before. His crushes on Thanaton and Darth Marr didn't count, but Cytharat, Theron... Once upon a time he'd been able to imagine himself having something- a life- with one of them.
Of course, they'd both been dead for so long now. There was no grave for him to stand and weep over, and so much time had passed, that there was nothing left of either of them. In this time, it was as though neither man had ever even existed. And honestly, the same could be said for every person Altair had ever loved.
He couldn't help the sudden feeling of missing them all dearly.
Altair listened to Anders speak, and he supposed he was glad about the way he thought. Even though he couldn't say that the Jedi had never told him those things. The Sith were... Similar, he supposed. Not in denying emotion, just being particular in which emotions and how they were expressed.
Of course, this was yet another thing he couldn't say.
So he settled for a soft; "I know."