❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜
ah ! wonderful !
‘ do you recall—- the day you said i was wrong ? cruel ? evil ? the villain ? ‘ steps echoed within the confines of the circular room. claustrophobic in design, red & white lights scattering the walls of steel-tone. a podium upon which various tools & a datapad sat, across from it— a table. elegant in design, a cold, brutal aspect of simple steel & restraints. angled approximately thirty-degrees upward. ‘ i stand by my statement that day. you & i are far more alike that you know, child. ‘
he approached the other—- passing by him, standing beside the construct. deft hand quickly grasping the other by their throat. just enough pressure to constrict, deny airflow, but not cause damage. a well-rehearsed skill. very well could this be done from range. with his abilities this was, by all means, wasteful. but ! were was the intimacy in that ?! where was the personal judgement from using the force ! ‘ i found you amusing. refreshing, really. everyone here is a bore. why did you suddenly become so… martyr-like ? we could’ve played our game more had you not. ‘
his hand released, returning to the podium, leaning against it. the air growing thick with failing empathy. the crackles of light & twisted dark dancing from finger to finger, an inhale, sharp ———– ‘ my ancestor took pride in this. it was one of their strengths. let’s see if those genetics survived & exist within me, yes, nyx of coruscant ? ‘