Old thinks

[10] { Wed Jun 27 21:41:03 2012
} Coruscant. I hate this place. I hate the scenery. I hate the smell. I hate the sewers and every Ghoul Darth Miritis took me to slay while teaching me the arts of the lightsaber. I should’ve known he would summon me after the events that took place… and I should’ve been more prepared. He knew I was gone and I wasn’t sure how until now. You can use the force to speak to people across the galaxy, how he did and also look through the eyes of someone on the same planet as you. He didn’t question my absence, only taught me these techniques. I don’t know about Darth Miritis… he isn’t like the other two Sith. He is… unique. His motives are still a mystery to me but he did say something today: The strong survive, the weak die. I feel myself growing stronger. Perhaps this Force will supply me with what I need to survive this New Order.