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the world went red, or perhaps cin was just going crazy, or perhaps his eyes were bleeding. it didn't matter. he didn't care.
the rage gave him strength. with his free arm, cin gestured, slamming the sith into the wall hard
cin forced himself to get up, standing shakily. he felt weak, and wanted nothing more than to lie down
"no, you will NOT kill them." cin said, tapping into the force to lend his words strength
"stronger? how so?"
cin felt a sudden wave of red hot rage at the sith, the empire, anything. it worried him more than anything he had felt before, and it took all of his discipline and training to remain in control
"so long as i live, i will never become a sith" cin said with sincere conviction, despite his doubts. he could almost feel the aura of evil from this sith gnaw away at his soul
"you should fight the dark with all of your strength, or it will consume what little is left of the man you once were"
cin reached into himself, finding the perfect emptiness that let him forget his surroundings, his feelings, and everything to be at perfect peace. "never" he said calmly
cin felt anger well up inside him because he knew the sith was right- anger had been his only defense. now he realized to his horror that he had just used his rage again. "stop that!" he thought frantically "no negative emotions!"
cin spat at his feet
((hey, what if cin becomes a sith?))cin woke up in a small, dark room. his mind was foggy, and it took him a moment to realize that he had been drugged, that the force didn't come easily to him in this state. his broken arm had been crudely bandaged
"we... have to... go... on..." inglades gasped, trying to stand
inglades grimaced as scorch sewed him up, and wondered how much good it would do sewing him up anyway, after he had suffered such extensive internal wounds
he walked silently down the hall towards the voices, his black robes rustling around his ankles, a small flame in his hand, a spellbook in the other.
inglades lay in the corner, gasping for breath
"peacefully?" he asked incredulously
inglades lacked the strength to correct scorch, and when he tried to speak, his words were lost in a blood cough
"apprentice?" inglades managed to ask "what in the hell are you talking about?"
inglades, using his last strength to lift his sword, white light flowing from his body into scorch "paladine grant you his life..." he said, then slumped against the wall
"paladine, grant me your strength" inglades murmured, barely concious
