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The future was in perpetual motion. People linked to the Living Force and therefore not very prone to visions did not seem to realise it, but Sifo-Dyas was perfectly aware of it despite his visions, or rather, he knew it thanks to his visions.
The future changed and was fickle because his visions changed and were fickle.
Individual decisions could change everything, and sometimes the Force would give a little nudge in one direction rather than another and the fate of the world would be changed forever.
Looking intently at what was clearly an older Master Windu than the one who sat in the High Council next to him every day, Sifo-Dyas felt... rather humble. The Force was capable of so many prodigies, it was frankly incredible. For the moment this person's presence had been kept secret, but it would be hard not to give details of someone who had appeared in the sky from nothing in a cloud of purple energy to crash to the ground of Coruscant and survive. What an impressive man, no one knew where or when he had started his fall, but from the moment he had been spotted by a camera, he was as high as the roofs of imposing buildings.
He should not have survived, but he had, the impossible was possible.
"Oh, Master Sifo-Dyas, excuse me. Have you seen Master Saa?"
"She retired to her appartment when I arrived about twenty minutes ago."
Knight Che – not for long Knight, there were several on the High Council who wanted to make her Master despite her sometimes unaccommodating temperament – nodded, checked the patient's vitals and quickly left to enter the opposite room even before the first door closed behind her.
It was an unfortunate permanent feature in this world that Healers never seemed to have a minute of respite, even more so for the most talented of them, whose special cases forced them to travel far from their positions, like Master Saa, the Sector Watcher replacing Master Tholme since he decided to train a Padawan who was still the object of all the envy of his peers.
He sighed softly, letting his posture relax again now that he was alone and not in front of a spectator. He still felt just as anxious, it was a common anxiety now, but it did not make things any more pleasant to be used to it.
It was... strange for him to be there, which was why he had come late to avoid running into too many people. The young Master Windu he knew was a Jedi Master about twenty years younger than him who did not trust Sifo-Dyas, in fact he mistrusted him almost openly, and this man, although older, was still his double, and that alone made him uncomfortable. Windu did not like him, Sifo-Dyas had suspected for some time that he was hoping to have him replaced on the High Council, just waiting for the right opportunity, and this added weight to the many worries he had on his mind. It was too much for one man to worry about, and he had too few friends to listen to him. He needed help to stop this dark age before the Jedi were wiped out.
The body jerked in Bacta's tank, bringing Sifo-Dyas's eyes back to the missing right hand for which a prosthesis was already being made and the fine welts that ran across the Jedi's body in a pattern both beautiful and poetic that did no justice to the macabre aspect of what had created it. He could – should – have died from so much lightning exposure, and purging Windu's body of the dark energy that had invaded it had taken a whole unit of seasoned Healers a great deal of effort. The bright red marks were mainly on his upper body and his chest, there were far fewer on his back; he had probably been attacked by an electric weapon from the front after losing his hand.
"What happened to you?"
For all his skills, Sifo-Dyas did not know. The future from which this Windu had appeared would probably never exist, he could only believe the good faith of what was explained to him... and knowing their relationship, he did not expect a very positive outcome, he would probably be left in the dark once again.
"What a life", he murmured sadly to himself, reaching out to touch the glass, curious about the changes in the possible futures that were about to befall them. "Good healing, Master Windu".
Sifo-Dyas did not notice the tired but lucid eyes that followed him as he walked away before slowly closing for a restful sleep.