Solork sits bolt upright in bed, panting.He moved from tent to tent. A quick vibroblade stroke would exterminate the target, ending the life as they prayed their concealment would work. No good. The spotter was relaying their position with thermals. It was easy now, with the resistance from the first broken. Solork pushed open the next tent to see himself stabbing a figure in the bed, then flicking the blanket over. It was his brother there. Solork practically fell backwards out of the tent, but now into a new one. There he was, this time dispatching a sister. An uncle. A cousin.
"That's not how it happened. That couldn't happen. You know that."
Still, it was a disconcerting feeling. Solork slides his feet over the bed, checking his cybernetics. They were working fine, just with a bit more wear than he would have fixed. Parts were harder to come by.
"I need to clear my head"
The monks who had found him had tried to get him to sit and meditate. It hadn't stuck, so they had moved to something else. Funnily enough, the sword forms seemed to do the trick. They kept his body moving, but forced control. Solork moved through the stances with the old sword, trying to get the memories to fade. Instead, it reminded him of the emptiness. There used to be so many others linked in with him. Now, he didn't feel anything through the cybernetic connection.
And yet, they're not gone. It's subtler...and some days I can't feel it. But its there.
His sword strike wavers. Solork shakes his head. "Sloppy. But it did the trick" Solork sheathes the blade and goes to clean up. There's supposed to be a chance for work today.