Ronan ordered another glass of ale. It took him about five minutes for him to down this one. He leaned back in his chair, surveying the cantina. It was packed with Sith regulars, but all their faces blurred together. His night terrors were more regular; memories of his family flooding to the front of his head. He felt abandoned again, even though both scenarios had been his fault. He cursed himself under his breath and ordered another drink. He wished for once he was a Jedi; then it would be easier to shut down his feelings rather than letting his passion consume him like a parasite.
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