[ The question, really, is if Ilde has defined herself. She doesn't feel as though she has. Her understanding of herself is... entirely too much like Angel's. Treated like something precious, something Holy, fed on false ideas and false promises. The only reason she fares better in that nebulous place is because she sees no other choice, but that does not make her any more solid. Any more knowledgeable on the matter. She thinks about Anika and Ahsoka. The apprentice had spoken high praise about how her master had taught her to believe in herself, to define herself. And to Anakin Skywalker the answer was so very simple: it was a matter of necessity, how could one live their own life without it, it would come naturally with time.
Ilde had a jealousy for what Anakin and Ahsoka had, and in this moment especially. She can't offer Angel any advice on this. They are both lost. Given no guidance except for the false religious dogma that they are special, something rather lost without the two madmen who propped up their wings for their own pleasure.
The chasm of that emptiness echoes inside of Ilde and she has to somehow keep it in silence. Angel has just begun to uncurl and she does not what to put all the weight and darkness back on her. Not now, maybe they would talk of this another time. Not now. She strokes a strand of dark hair away from Angel's face, a physical gesture of warmth to hide how cold she feels inside, ]
(Don't worry, it will come with time. )
[ She hopes. A platitude, not Ilde's way, but she cannot bear to make Angel cry any more today. ]
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Ilde had a jealousy for what Anakin and Ahsoka had, and in this moment especially. She can't offer Angel any advice on this. They are both lost. Given no guidance except for the false religious dogma that they are special, something rather lost without the two madmen who propped up their wings for their own pleasure.
The chasm of that emptiness echoes inside of Ilde and she has to somehow keep it in silence. Angel has just begun to uncurl and she does not what to put all the weight and darkness back on her. Not now, maybe they would talk of this another time. Not now. She strokes a strand of dark hair away from Angel's face, a physical gesture of warmth to hide how cold she feels inside, ]
( Don't worry, it will come with time. )
[ She hopes. A platitude, not Ilde's way, but she cannot bear to make Angel cry any more today. ]