“... I HATE YOU.” It rings clear, outright into the air, and it feels like a great WEIGHT lifted from him. Xanatos slowly chuckles once, twice, and so on until his SICK LAUGHTER escalated into a mad chorus. His grin becomes wide, his straight, white teeth bared like FANGS at the other, yet his brows are creased, his eyes full of sorrow, anger -- EVERYTHING left unsaid between them. “--- Have I ever told you so outright, my FORMER master? I HATE YOU. I need you to remember.” (Xanatos remembered, could never let himself forget --his scarred cheek made him remember his hatred whenever he looked in a MIRROR. He knew that he haunted Qui-Gon’s memories, but it was not ENOUGH to soothe his vengeful conscience. He craved the other’s suffering.) Quickly, his grin faded as he solemnly vowed: “I will never let you forget.”
@paxjinn im so sorry qui












