Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-5583506-20191014021919

"No, not really", Kashya said.

She found the question odd because it made her reflect for a moment. Was there anything in particular that she thought about? Like at all these days? Usually she just disappeared into herself when meditating, thinking about how she could improve her skills or what her next objective would be, but other than that there was really nothing that she thought about. She didn't think about what to wear for the day, what to eat, plans for the weekend.

As a child she had had some vivid and colorful ideas, but ever since that fateful day, she found herself at a lack of imagination for a better word. Celtian, her mentor, had told her that trauma could do that to an individual. Bereave them of their sense of purpose, their ideas, imagination, their personality, even their dreams and nightmares. What was left was more or less a hollow husk, a doll which acted only when they had been given a task to be completed.

"This one does not really think as you would define it. At least not anymore." Though Kashya's tone was as usual both neutral and lacked every ounce of personality, there was a sadness rooted in how she had phrased it.

As if she lamented her own lack of individuality. But she either remained ignorant of it or chose not to elaborate.