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Aug. 26th, 2005 04:55 pmOne year, one month.
Atton shuffled his pazaak deck absent-mindedly and eyed the other patrons of the cantina. They were mostly drunk and rowdy, but Atton had avoided the majority of the brawls by sitting in a corner and keeping his head down.
He had left Telos and the Citadel Station. He’d tried to stay there and had thrown himself into his training, but every time he went near one of his companions, he heard the his double whispering in his ear again - the same words he had whispered back in the cave on Ilum. It was stupid, the thing had been a figment of his imagination, but the more Atton thought about it, the more the things he had whispered seemed true.
He had fled. Deserted his ... friends, just as he deserted everything else. It was better this way, for him and them both.
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Atton shuffled his pazaak deck absent-mindedly and eyed the other patrons of the cantina. They were mostly drunk and rowdy, but Atton had avoided the majority of the brawls by sitting in a corner and keeping his head down.
He had left Telos and the Citadel Station. He’d tried to stay there and had thrown himself into his training, but every time he went near one of his companions, he heard the his double whispering in his ear again - the same words he had whispered back in the cave on Ilum. It was stupid, the thing had been a figment of his imagination, but the more Atton thought about it, the more the things he had whispered seemed true.
He had fled. Deserted his ... friends, just as he deserted everything else. It was better this way, for him and them both.
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