While most would have flinched at her harsh words, he gazed at her with a blank face. It was a real possibility for him. He knew what manifested inside him and where it came from. In that split moment, he looked surprisingly like Emryc Thorne, an entirely vacant expression on his visage and his mind just as difficult to decipher.
“I’m more susceptible to it,” He said after a while, removing his goggles. He looked a bit silly where the goggles dug into his face, but the silver eyes were as vibrant as ever. He ran his fingers through his hair that was disheveled from their earlier ordeal, “I will compromise us if that happens to me while we’re facing an abomination. I could compromise us if we’re right by the Dark Side nexus.”
It was a hard pill to swallow - the fact that he was a weak link. But then was he? Renfry had appeared and shattered whatever creature was created from the influence of the nexus, hadn’t she? He no longer felt that overwhelming sway of the dark side or the whispers in his thoughts. Ezra exhaled and tilted his head back, gazing up at the ceiling with a vacant gaze.