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Deep within the swamps of Dagobah, a feral scream of anguish pierced the otherwise quiet shroud of mist.
Look at you...reduced to nothing...you make me sick...
Shut up!
I'd feel sorry for you if you were any other person...bloody hell mate...you've let yourself go...
Stop!
So weak...
No!
Heh...you've got one hell of a thick skull...I've been talking to you for the past ruddy hour and you haven't even acknowledged my existence...damn...
You're a figment of my bloody imagination! Shut it!
Am I truly imagined, Hrassk? You forget how real your anger is...how powerful your misery grows by the passing second. It is high time you learned how to express it and wield the strength it can give you...at least in my 'humble' opinion...
Imaginary! Kriffing imaginary!
As your emotions are real, so am I. I only wish to aid you...but you are making this....just...so...superbly difficult...it's rather bloody frustrating dealing with you, being so uncooperative...
No help! Just go!
You need me Hrassk...You'll never be powerful enough to realize your goals if you can't even make peace with yourself...I thought you were wiser than that...
Just shut up dammit!
Hmmph...you know what, I'm done for now. I give up. Just sit there and let your brain rot until you're finally ready to acknowledge who you are...I've seen Sithspawn with more capacity for intelligent thought than you...
Leave me alone! I bloody hate you!
Alright...alright...enjoy yourself...I suppose...but I'll be back. Just think on my offer, at the very least. I can give you the world in the palm of your precious little claws...just let me in...
Get out of my krffing head!
Ha...such resolve...such a useless resolution to remain fixated on the so-called "Light..." your mother would've been proud mate, I'm sure of it...
..........
Hrassk was strapped to a table, bandages wrapped around his torso, arms, and upper legs, with his hands encased in gloves that made movement of them impossible. Though his connection to the Force was too weak after the trauma he went through to be a threat, it didn't make him any less of a nuisance. He had been screaming, banging, and yelling incoherent strings of nonsense for the past hour or so, mostly shouting about his presumably missing parents or yelling at someone that didn't exist.
Any attempts to talk to the boy had so far failed. He seemed to be lost in his own world of anger and misery that not even the Force could pierce through. But after his long state of unconsciousness and hour of screaming, he suddenly grew quiet. His eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as he fell asleep once more.
A few hours later, Hrassk opened his still untainted blue eyes and stared at his surroundings, craning his neck to see with a grunt. Every movement seemed to be painful, and he had completely forgotten why...some person...some man had hurt him...but where...how...and there was Anoth...and...
He shook his head. It didn't matter at the moment. He would let his past bother him later. The present was what mattered...and he had to figure out just where the hell he was and how to escape first of all. He looked around the bland room and tried to get up, finding himself held back by straps. He called on the Force to loosen them, but it seemed to have left him for now...he was too weak. He growled in frustration, yanking at the straps harder. But he was far from strong enough, and after a few minutes of pulling and grunting, he slammed his head back down on the table, yelling in anger. "I'll bloody kill whoever's done this! Get me outta here!" He kept trying and trying to no avail, and he eventually lost what little energy he had gained during his sleep and panted, already tired and aching all over.
But his anger was burning inside of him, and his vocal chords seemed to be working just fine.
With a long string of Dosh curse words, he started his yelling spree once more...at least this time, somewhat coherently. He demanded to see his captor, demanded food, demanded drink, demanded painkillers, demanded to know where he was, demanded to be let loose...he was busy demanding pretty much everything, and no one seemed to be listening at the moment. He yelled in frustration and pulled at the straps again before he finally gave up with a feral roar, snarling as he slowly relaxed. Hopefully someone would have at least heard that...he was desperate for anyone to come to him at this point. Even if to somehow strangle the visitor with his bare hands.
Look at you...reduced to nothing...you make me sick...
Shut up!
I'd feel sorry for you if you were any other person...bloody hell mate...you've let yourself go...
Stop!
So weak...
No!
Heh...you've got one hell of a thick skull...I've been talking to you for the past ruddy hour and you haven't even acknowledged my existence...damn...
You're a figment of my bloody imagination! Shut it!
Am I truly imagined, Hrassk? You forget how real your anger is...how powerful your misery grows by the passing second. It is high time you learned how to express it and wield the strength it can give you...at least in my 'humble' opinion...
Imaginary! Kriffing imaginary!
As your emotions are real, so am I. I only wish to aid you...but you are making this....just...so...superbly difficult...it's rather bloody frustrating dealing with you, being so uncooperative...
No help! Just go!
You need me Hrassk...You'll never be powerful enough to realize your goals if you can't even make peace with yourself...I thought you were wiser than that...
Just shut up dammit!
Hmmph...you know what, I'm done for now. I give up. Just sit there and let your brain rot until you're finally ready to acknowledge who you are...I've seen Sithspawn with more capacity for intelligent thought than you...
Leave me alone! I bloody hate you!
Alright...alright...enjoy yourself...I suppose...but I'll be back. Just think on my offer, at the very least. I can give you the world in the palm of your precious little claws...just let me in...
Get out of my krffing head!
Ha...such resolve...such a useless resolution to remain fixated on the so-called "Light..." your mother would've been proud mate, I'm sure of it...
..........
Hrassk was strapped to a table, bandages wrapped around his torso, arms, and upper legs, with his hands encased in gloves that made movement of them impossible. Though his connection to the Force was too weak after the trauma he went through to be a threat, it didn't make him any less of a nuisance. He had been screaming, banging, and yelling incoherent strings of nonsense for the past hour or so, mostly shouting about his presumably missing parents or yelling at someone that didn't exist.
Any attempts to talk to the boy had so far failed. He seemed to be lost in his own world of anger and misery that not even the Force could pierce through. But after his long state of unconsciousness and hour of screaming, he suddenly grew quiet. His eyes shut, tears streaming down his face as he fell asleep once more.
A few hours later, Hrassk opened his still untainted blue eyes and stared at his surroundings, craning his neck to see with a grunt. Every movement seemed to be painful, and he had completely forgotten why...some person...some man had hurt him...but where...how...and there was Anoth...and...
He shook his head. It didn't matter at the moment. He would let his past bother him later. The present was what mattered...and he had to figure out just where the hell he was and how to escape first of all. He looked around the bland room and tried to get up, finding himself held back by straps. He called on the Force to loosen them, but it seemed to have left him for now...he was too weak. He growled in frustration, yanking at the straps harder. But he was far from strong enough, and after a few minutes of pulling and grunting, he slammed his head back down on the table, yelling in anger. "I'll bloody kill whoever's done this! Get me outta here!" He kept trying and trying to no avail, and he eventually lost what little energy he had gained during his sleep and panted, already tired and aching all over.
But his anger was burning inside of him, and his vocal chords seemed to be working just fine.
With a long string of Dosh curse words, he started his yelling spree once more...at least this time, somewhat coherently. He demanded to see his captor, demanded food, demanded drink, demanded painkillers, demanded to know where he was, demanded to be let loose...he was busy demanding pretty much everything, and no one seemed to be listening at the moment. He yelled in frustration and pulled at the straps again before he finally gave up with a feral roar, snarling as he slowly relaxed. Hopefully someone would have at least heard that...he was desperate for anyone to come to him at this point. Even if to somehow strangle the visitor with his bare hands.