[ As Cal straitens, Dagan appears tilted forward ever so, like some predatory cat preparing to lunge, stopped only by the boundaries of it's own enclosure. ]
I remember you casting an illusion of my Santari.
[ There almost a hint of growl in his voice. For as much as she betrayed him, cut off his arm, left him to fade away in a bacta tank in an outpost that was to be abandoned. For as long as she's been dead by now, one of the few small unbroken pieces left of his heart still longs for her. ]
I remember... hallucinating your lightsaber through my gut...
[ It shouldn't have hurt some small part of his mind taunts him with. It's the itch, clawing at him. It's his mind, refusing to believe in evidence. Denying it outright. ]
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I remember you casting an illusion of my Santari.
[ There almost a hint of growl in his voice. For as much as she betrayed him, cut off his arm, left him to fade away in a bacta tank in an outpost that was to be abandoned. For as long as she's been dead by now, one of the few small unbroken pieces left of his heart still longs for her. ]
I remember... hallucinating your lightsaber through my gut...
[ It shouldn't have hurt some small part of his mind taunts him with. It's the itch, clawing at him. It's his mind, refusing to believe in evidence. Denying it outright. ]