It had been weeks since Cillian had seen Yoda, yet he was the main subject on his mind.. No matter what, everything he thought of turned to Yoda. A rabbit hole he never wanted to climb out of. As if he was born for two purposes; to meet Yoda and to die...
He lied in the bath, hot water running down his body. Soothing out his tensed muscles and helping him relax a little. It helped get his mind off the green fatty. Life was getting tough after that day and he had no idea why. It was getting to him too much. He didn't know what to do.
He put his large hands over his face and groaned before standing up and wrapping a towel around his waist. Walking past a guard ' OI! Who's the wee green lad outside the Palace, ye? , He demanded.
