closed starter for this asshole @ofbatuu -
after the torture the knight had put him through, apollo’s not quite sure what’s real and what’s not. all he can be sure of is the pain coursing through his body, infinitely worse than anything the imperial officers could’ve put him through. no, that knight - they knew what they were doing. they knew exactly where to push in his mind to cause him pain, and apollo hadn’t been ready for that. no amount of non-force training could’ve prepared him for that.
so when the doors slide open and a familiar - very unwelcome - figure strides in, he’s not sure if it’s real or just a hallucination. “get out -” he mumbles, shaking from the effort of lifting his head up from the interrogation structure he’s been left on. not the most comfortable of spots when you’re already suffering, that’s for sure. the last thing he needs to add to that is tyr’s bullshit, not right now.
when his so-called big brother has the troopers leave the cell, it does nothing but heighten his suspicions. “makes sense - don’t want any.. any witnesses, huh -” he coughs weakly and immediately regrets it, pain radiating through his chest at the movement. tyr could only be here for one of two reasons - try and get more information out of him somehow, or to finish the job. “you - you can fuck right off, yeah? calo wanted - nothing to do with you, n’i’m no different..” letting his head fall back against the surface, apollo closes his eyes. he knows whatever he says, it won’t stop tyr. he’ll do what he’s here to do, all apollo can do is hope it doesn’t kill him. or hope it does before he breaks completely. “get it.. get it over with so i don’t have to put with you anymore, tyr.”














