He woke the next morning with a yawn. Far more comfortable in his room and enjoying the cold wake up rather then feeling as if he were boiling alive. Stretching and heading to his morning routine he quickly skipped through the workout without hassle, then into the shower and into clean robes. Heading out of his room he stopped first to grab another shake, he was sure he heard them called Brotien shakes in the Temple but he shook his head downing it before heading towards the therapy room. He wasn’t entirely keen on it. Though he knew it was necessary for his recovery.
Dr Salana: Good morning Vriska, did you sleep well?
I did yes, thank you.
Dr Salana: I am glad to hear this. So, after talking with the instructors, it seems you had a bit of an issue attending the Shii-cho class yesterday mm?
I said before, I am done fighting, I don’t want to fight anymore. It just encourages the anger and hatred to the surface once more.
Dr Salana: I understand, though in time you will need to work through the pain and anger, its the only way things will get better. Though we will work on that. Today instead I would like to hear about your life back home.
There isn’t really a lot to tell, my life sucked, kinda open and shut.
Dr Salana: Come on now Vriska, part of healing is being open to the pain. I want to hear it, completely.
Lets out a very low sigh Fine…So I was born in the low cast, though I don’t remember my parents. As far back as I can remember I was alone, on the streets begging and stealing food and such to survive. It was always hard. I fell for a girl once, though her brother made my life a living hell. He spent every day of my life making it miserable, beating the hell out of me every day, berating me as worthless and nothing. Always right there to ensure I knew I would never be worth anything…till it happened…hesitates
Dr Salana: Till what happened Vriska?
He was beating me down. I just…couldn’t take it anymore, something felt like it snapped in me and the next thing I knew, he was dead on the ground, my hands kept sparking and people were freaking out…Eyes close breathing hard
Dr Salana: Okay, slow your breathing, very slow deep breathes, your doing very well, but remember, your safe. This is just a memory. There we go…thats better, nice and slow. gently coaxing him down Your doing very well, lets keep going, nice and slowly.
Taking a slow breath he nods before starting again Next thing I knew, I was dragged in front of the Ascendancy. There were people demanding my execution as a freak and a monster. Though the high noble Lord demanded that I be branded as a freak and a murderer, and be exiled in shame. I was pinned down and branded as they deemed, and shoved into a ship and cast out, never to return or face a painful execution…Its how I wound up on Viscara…nothing but rags, no money, no food…
Dr Salana: I see, I am sorry to hear that happened. It sounds like it was very painful and difficult. Today though, your next task is to work on forgiving them. Not for them, but for yourself. To be able to heal, this will take a lot of soul searching and internal focus. This will be done instead of lightsaber combat practice, though eventually you will have to study that as well.
Cringes but nods very slowly Yes Dr Salana. I will…do my best…
Dr Salana: I know you will, and we will discuss your progress tomorrow.
Nods as he gets up, bowing his head before stepping out slowly, feeling his stomach churning at the very thought of forgiving them for what they had done, unconsciously rubbing at his arm
Dr Salana: waits till he leaves before looking to her datapad and sending a letter to Master Atris, knowing she is still at the Jedi Enclave on Viscara.
“Master Atris. Having reviewed Vriska’s files and medical records, there is a matter of a branding that I would like the Council to consider authorizing a complete removal of. One is a branding of exile which I suspect we cannot remove, though the other one marking him a murderer is something of a concern. The cause of death of the victim by admission is an accidental force release, not something he had control of. I believe such branding is effecting Vriska’s mental well being and I would like authorization to seek a procedure to remove such branding from him. The exile mark I will of course leave to your discretion. ~Dr Salana of the Medical Corps.”
Dr Salana: content with her message sent, she heads back to work to await an official response, expecting the Council to need to discuss it
Heading to his next lesson, he takes his seat for Curato Salva, moving into the meditation rather then just the theory. Focusing and listening he follows along with the class, learning small basics that will make the process easier, how to explore his own inside via the force through meditation. Finding this very enlightening he remained focused in it through the lesson, listening intently as he learned how to detect anything unnatural within his body, though he was surprised to hear the soft chimes calling the class over.
Taking a breath he saw them preparing for the lightsaber class though he quietly left the room. Moving to get something to eat first he accepted his meal, picking at the food as he sat and contemplated the task ahead of him. He rubbed a hand down his face as he slowly ate, trying to get through it all mentally. Eventually the plate was empty as he moved off, setting the plate and such to be washed as he moved back to the meditation room, this one had controlled temperatures much like the one on Viscara. Allowing him to make the room freezing cold as he sat and began his meditation. Though he sat and tried for several hours, he couldn’t quite get himself to forgive them, much less accept what they had done to him.
Eventually giving up he picked himself up, turning off the cold air and heading back to his room, not bothering with dinner as he felt his stomach sour from all the stress, simply curling up in his bed, laying on his side he sighed and tried to rest, knowing deep down he had failed the assignment, wondering what the consequence would be for such a failure before finally drifting to a more fitful sleep
