Wullf Yularen Era:
PG Word Count:
200 Author's Note:
Another of those "Wullf realizes something" drabbles, only 'cause I couldn't think of anything else. Points to anyone who picks up where and who he is talking to here, I had a couple characters in mind (and they are both cannon ones). Have fun with this, it works if nothing else does, sorta-ish.
Screams, tortured, high pitched and echoing down the hall greeted Wullf upon stepping foot in the detention block, causing his back to straighten and his mustache to twitch. Several seconds after the screaming stopped the daemon emerged, passed by Wullf with no acknowledgement, a floating black droid quickly followed. He waited and then allowed the guard to check his code cylinder, upon which he set off towards his target. A pause, only allowed because the guard had his back to him, and then he entered.
“Hope, peace, freedom.”
“They’re worth the lives of so many?”
“Anything is worth the lives of those that believe in it.”
“I am no different than anyone else.”
“You’re a former Republic Admiral, were your morals, your ideals worth your power?”
“That is hardly the point.” His mustache twitched at the prisoners last words, his hand slightly clenching at the thought.
“It is the point. What happens when those with power only want more?”
A harsh shake of his head and then he turned and left. Why fight when you no longer have faith? Power, which brings pain, suffering. How could I have been so blind to what I serve?