Huh.
The cavalry had arrived - fancy that.
He had been staring down the barrel of his gifted blaster, about to blow a raider's head clean apart, when they showed up and immediately the raider wanted to surrender, throwing down his weapon. It took Lorcan a few seconds to realize that the reason why the raider looked absolutely terrified was that he was still holding the blaster up. His finger hadn't moved from the trigger and he felt a sudden, powerful, urge to pull the trigger.
To blast the man to pieces and enjoy the look of panic and horror the moment before it was blasted into a dozen pieces. It was a very strong, very real, feeling but he knew he didn't have to listen to it. It wasn't a compulsion or an order or a corruption; he just knew that he would enjoy it.
It was realizing that last part that gave him the strength to lower the blaster a little bit dropping it to the ground and walking away. He didn't care that the raider had taken the chance to run off, to evade justice, because he was just... numb to it all. Sitting himself down in one of the transports, he just sat there and stared at his hands for a few moments before deciding he knew what to do. Reaching into his armour he pulled out his Ranger's badge.
He stared at it for a second before dropping it to the grass outside the transport before sighing and leaning back in his seat, eyes closed.
"I can't do this shite anymore."
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