[Control -- calm, calm every teacher he ever had tried to lecture him about calm. The dark side was not about calm, it was about passion, but even still the Supreme Leader had tried to temper him. Calm should have brought him tranquility, but all it had ever done was weaken him. Or at least, that was what he had told himself.
Through victory, my chains will be broken.
But there was no victory. The victory he had sought for himself only reinforced his chains. And now the remainder of his prey was running free in the open galaxy. Control? What control could he ever hope to have?
He glowers momentarily at his Captain, and in seeing his scarred reflection in her armor, he quickly understands that she is right. Passion will not heal his body, and without his body, he cannot retrieve what had been lost.
At least he could count on her to act without question. To fill in the gaps he could not see with the Force using a trained and unbiased eye.
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Through victory, my chains will be broken.
But there was no victory. The victory he had sought for himself only reinforced his chains. And now the remainder of his prey was running free in the open galaxy. Control? What control could he ever hope to have?
He glowers momentarily at his Captain, and in seeing his scarred reflection in her armor, he quickly understands that she is right. Passion will not heal his body, and without his body, he cannot retrieve what had been lost.
At least he could count on her to act without question. To fill in the gaps he could not see with the Force using a trained and unbiased eye.
But that doesn't change that he has to move.]
I must go to the Supreme Leader, Captain Phasma.