There was a set of words that went off, being powerful...revenge. Before he could respond, he felt the blaster go off. Silently in his mind, he blamed the duck for distracting him as his left hand had a sizeable hole in it. The pinky and ring finger was now gone as it dripped small amounts of blood on the ground. When the Sith Lord had vanished, he slowly raised his hand up as he stared at it, having an immense pain tolerance with his eyes slowly drooping.
"Even in death...I seem to lose body parts. What is one more for the road?"
When the lady spoke...the one he could sense so much power into, he actually stopped at being called potentially a Jedi. So long ago, he would fight and argue against ever being called a Jedi in his lifetime. However the next word while Srina had sneered, hating it...the Sullustan had a gentle smile come from the corner of his mouth. Peacekeeper.
So long ago as an Inquisitor, he was considered a Peacekeeper for the Galactic Empire. They handled the affairs against the Jedi, they kept order on Rori against the Rebellion. Such pleasant memories from a time so long gone now...so long ago he was wrapped up in an adventure of revenge, hatred and need to destroy those who ruined his life. But now it felt like a breeze in the wind, his soul long been freed of such torture he had inflicted onto himself for hundreds of years.
Though of course, after smiling at his own memories, he had to confront the fact a Duck was being picked up and claimed to be possibly his fault...and cooked? With the pink pony, this was indeed one of the most unusual moments of his life set before him, without failure. However the return of the Dark Lord of...well, Disappearance as he will now think of him. To turn the person? As if memory served, he turned to stare face to face with his foe of a thousand years...
Milos Echo .
Echo had not only ruined his life, killed his adopted family, but killed his mentor, facilited murder after murder, mutilated him and made his life a living hell. A rogue Dark Jedi that never seemed to be killed, only with the help of the Inquisitions, with the Pavans, did the threat finally end. Walking over towards him, he felt as if he had a million things to say to him, a thousand words to let him know how angry he was, how much he wanted to scream and kill him over again for his actions.
Instead, he looked at him this time with pity. He had changed...he finally felt the regrets of all his actions, he could feel it in his emotions, he knew it to be true. All this time, all the corruption that been through his life, this was the moment he had turned back towards what he truly was, a Jedi. Even if he, like himself, did not believe it just yet, he was on the road to recovery and the Sullustan did something he thought he never did. He forgave him...he forgave him for all his actions, there was no point in holding onto that hatred no more, a hatred that granted him so much power early on.
With Srina speaking that she should be attacked, the Sullustan merely gave a smile at that and refused still to speak over it. There was no need to fight at this point, the goal was already done. Besides...if he did attack, he have maybe less than a minute to do anything and it probably do nothing more than make a stiff breeze and ruin her beloved hair...and ruffle Sir Quacks alot.
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