Bao-Dur | "Will you please. Stop. Pacing," Bao-Dur said pointedly. He was exasperated. Atton's restlessness had been frustrating enough when this journey had began, but now it was beginning to be ridiculous. |
Atton | Atton's fingers kept twitching. He'd been trying to redirect that energy by pacing up and down the length of the cavern, but it wasn't doing him much good. He was worried, and Korriban picked up on that and ran with it. Worried and angry and barely warding off memories of times past that kept poking away at his head, picking at his resolve. "No," he snapped at Bao-Dur. Then he realized he was snapping for reasons that had nothing to do with himself, and he came to a stop, running his hand through his hair. He needed to talk to someone. Like, now. Bao-Dur? Nah, not Bao-Dur. Sparkle? No, Sparkle wouldn't get it. Sia? Ha. Yeah. Calling up Sia to have a hey, I'm having some dark side withdrawal problems conversation - great idea. Fantastic. Cade? ... No. He balled his hands up into fists to redirect some of the tension he was feeling, then he sat down and activated his commlink. "I really, really, really hate you," he muttered as he punched in Anakin Skywalker's number. "I really, really, really, really, really, really hate you..." |
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