Letting blood cool after running so hot from fighting was always deeply uncomfortable, even for Sith. Varyn seemed to have his injury handled to Sol worked on his own instead, removing his jacket to deal with it since he favored sleeveless shirts. It jingled as he flopped it on a table; clearly, Sol wasn't short on cheap bladed weaponry.
But no lightsaber. Sol cleared washed out the injuries in a sink and pulled out a flick knife, using it to knock out two of the pellets and working to dig/cut out the third with grit teeth. It was a little too deep to just pull out but not so much it needed surgery. A hiss through his teeth escaped him as it clattered to the ground, the bleeding definitely worse but hey, no more pellet. He heard the other acolyte's question midway through washing it a second time.
Soleil gave Varyn a flat scowl and gestured toward the dead chef, burned by oil and also impaled by a lightsaber. Breathing out through his nose Sol unceremoniously slapped a bacta patch on his arm so it'd stop bleeding everywhere and pulled out his 'pad, words scrolling across the screen without him physically typing them.
>Since I was a kid
>I'll make one when I find the right crystal
>Sith don't need lightsabers
A view he'd adopted from Palpatine's philosophical works. Some acolytes made their own lightsaber or took one from the armory. Sol preferred his powers or plans over relying on a plasma blade when he could get away with it. Still, he either wasn't especially offended by Varyn's insinuation or quickly got over it.
>Why'd you join?
@Phoenix
