He was furious. He was hurt. He was everything in between. His cheeks were tear stained, and he didn’t even know when it happened. He hadn’t even called his family to tell them. His closest friends knew, and one of them was just as impacted. He wanted to unleash all his anger on Veles. He wanted to hurt the Sith Lord. He wanted Tiamat to end him. However, so many parts of him just felt devastated and crushed. So many parts of him remembered their ridiculous conversations, the absurd situations they had survived together, and the ways they had grown close.
Would Veles truly have done this to him on purpose? Would Veles do this to himself knowing it stripped him of the Force? Knowing it would ensure he could never do his specialty in the Force ever again? His head hurt from trying to think. His mouth was dry, sweat lined his skin and he had the chills. In one fell swoop his life was turned upside down.
His path was automatic, and he didn’t even think about it. He found himself directly in sight of Veles’ ship. The two had traveled several times together to where Altair knew it inside and out. He could sense Veles on the other side, emotions building up in him. There was tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat.
Altair quickly punched in the code, the door hissing open. The tiefling barged in, not caring that he was invading the man’s privacy. He strode down the hall, his eyes narrowed to slits.
“VELES!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, fingers curled into sweaty fists. Even then, he was visibly shaking. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked slightly emaciated, "DID YOU FUCKING KNOW, VELES?"
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