He wasn’t sure what he had said, but suddenly the older Sith had faded into the confines of his mind. With more years on him, he was better at obscuring his thoughts. His eyes betrayed nothing, and even his breathing didn’t pick up. And yet there was something about the way he gazed off that implied that there was a whirlwind raging inside his mind not unlike the chaos they left behind.
When he asked his question, there was gravel in his words. Emryc simply shrugged, “You didn’t harm me for hesitating,” He admitted aloud, “And…” He tilted his head to look at the man, “I wanted you to stop looking at me as if I’m an insect.”
Respect was not a common notion among Sith, and neither was honor. In spite of that, he had found himself devoted to the ideologies. He followed the doctrines and principles laid down by many Sith before him, and he aspired to walk a very strict path. Any transgressions warranted punishment, even if the other Sith had no intention of doling it out.
The growling of the hounds drew closer. Emryc didn’t stop walking, glancing up every now and then to look for movements, “Would you have done things differently if it had just been you?”
@Arclight