I began to stand up from the boxes. Wanting to go and take a shower then try and sleep so I could forget about this. Turning around to face her. I probably didn't look pretty. Shirtless, bruised, cut up, and had a nose ring ripped out of my nose, I had a feeling that I looked better than I felt. She asked me in a semi-loud voice of why I walked away. I let my head dropped as I rubbed the back of my neck. "I left.." I stopped then looked up to her straight into the eyes. "I left because I made you feel uncomfortable. and really its none of my business of you like me." Looking at her, I held out my robes and showed them to her. "Thes robes are the color of blood, whys that? Its because I use to work with the Sith. I am a Spellweaver of Kro Var that has been exiled because I killed 40 of my own kind to steal a ship for the Lords of the Fringe. Even then, You are a Jedi, or kind of like one, when I am as close you can call a Sith without being one."
I let the robes drop from my hands. I told her the truth now. And seeing that now I had, I didn't want to lose what we had, Even though we had only known eachother for a few hours. "I just..... I." I didn't know what to say now. Coming back from that would be hard. but I gave it a shot. "I tried to join the Jedi, but it failed. Even my Master that I had, fell to the Dark side. Now, I see that even the most.... unlikely of people, can still fall." Even though I had just met her, I didn't want her to experience what I had gone through. With my parents being killed, joining with the wrong people, killing my own people, and then still keeping my self with the Fringe, I didn't want to bring Rang in the middle of all of that.
@[member="Rang Inyri"]