Drogh was lost in that frenzy of darkness and maddens, his mind disconnected, and yet embracing the chaos. The mediation of pain and anguish, of those endless suffering souls crying out, or screaming in endless rage. The tide of agony, Drogh never felt so scared, nor so welcomed. Yet something was in the way, he couldn't sense it, but it was like a brick wall, blocking the chaos, blocking the thoughts and feelings. Before he knew it, cold metallic hands gripped his frail frame, in that instant he was ready to kill anything that was in his way, but before he could retaliate in aggression, he was met with robotic, bland and annoying voice. Drogh always seemed to get the attention of droids, why these metallic lifeless emotionless things flocked to him he could never understand. Yet he didn't care, he was about to attack it, until he heard from it's boring grey mouth "If you're looking for Ra then I know the way, come". Drogh stopped his inner desires to turn it into little more the scrap, then a feeling of shame came over him, he didn't partially like being seen like this, rushing down for his weeping mask, hastily putting it on. He then with all his might mustered a emotionless voice to match the droid, "Show me."
Edited by Drogh, 01 July 2018 - 02:54 PM.