Varyn was somehow both stunned and not at all surprised by what he saw in the Core. Of course they had been Joined. Of course all the work they'd gone to and all the death they'd suffered was for nothing. He felt that familiar anger building up within him and where there should have been hesitatino about kiling children, for Varyn there was only one, hard truth. They weren't children anymore and they weren't themselves. They were only the stolen bodies being used by the Killik hivemind.
He should have hesitated but he didn't. He would grieve later, no doubt forever haunted, but for the moment he darted forward, tearing into the weapon-wielding children. Maybe he should have reflected on the fact that he did that while the Sith didn't, but he didn't think on it now. This was the time for action.
He should have hesitated but he didn't. He would grieve later, no doubt forever haunted, but for the moment he darted forward, tearing into the weapon-wielding children. Maybe he should have reflected on the fact that he did that while the Sith didn't, but he didn't think on it now. This was the time for action.
Varyn attacks the weapon wielding children because what other option is there