[Interim] Food for thought

[Solork Tan]

Solork seems to be a strange fit in the Enclave at first, the only Gank in the bunch. Of course, that was the way it was in almost situation he had found himself in on Kamda. They seem to be an alight bunch, even if they seem to sniff at his “less than personally crafted armor”. The Solork from a few days ago might have been happily sparring, trying to hone his skill with a blade to the fullest. It might have consumed him.

He had a new project now.

Solork breathes out again, keeping in his cross legged position, but less focused on being perfect. It was time to think.

The Force knows I’m certainly not perfect.

How many people had he killed with his own two hands? How many had his pack? How many had deserved it?

“Deserve’s got nothing to do with it”. The thought comes a few days later, striking him. Regardless of any deserving, they had all exited the world by Sol’s own hands. The just and unjust alike had met their ends

“It should” He says aloud, speaking to the silent voice that seems to come inside him from a place he doesn’t quite know.

“And how do you know? What about your dream?” The imagine of a victim being his own kin flashes back in his mind.

How did he know? How would he know? How would he know which were as wild as he used to be? Which could change? What were their hopes and dreams, and kith and kin. To kill them was to take away everything they had been, and everything they ever could be. Had Sol been killed on a battlefield before the Guardians had found him, he would have been another dead mercenary, missed for a time by his pack, but eventually replaced and forgotten. Instead, here he was, thinking about ideas that made his head hurt.

Could he swear off violence, to never take a life again? His thoughts flitted back to the devastation in the city, or being rounded up and beaten. Of being betrayed and his pack slaughtered purely because the Empire didn’t want their dirty secret getting out. The Empire was a machine of violence and oppression, and the people who were willing cogs in it fueled that destruction.

Maybe they could be redeemed. Maybe they could be lucky. But doing nothing would mean the people they hurt would keep on suffering.

“I think...I think I’m starting to understand.”

There was just so much, so many ripples, but that only mattered if you didn’t tip the boat over. But they were there...it was time to start looking without feeling the need to dive in.