He shrugs, very slightly. "Simplified even further, if your idea of power is the ability to force submission, you can never have power. It is impossible to force submission. You can certainly kill someone. You can torture them. You can break them, mentally and physically You cannot make them submit." You can kill me, but you cannot destroy me. He'd said that to Maul.
He pushes the door open when they arrive, and it swings easily, revealing a pretty.. spartan but clean and comfortable enough home. He walks in first, because it's just polite in this instance given the enclosed nature of the space, and the lights come up, albeit slightly, at his entry. "Come in and make yourself comfortable. I'll put tea on and see what I can find out about ships available and how far into the inner rim I can get you."
He almost liked this Jedi. If he were not of the enemy's order, they might actually get along.
Malgus follows Ben into the small house -- it was simple, much like his own quarters. He takes a small moment to glance around. It was so much different than the Sith who lived in extravagant places.
But his mild curiosity did not distract him from the Jedi, whom he also watched. Closely. There was something in how quickly he wanted him to leave. How helpful he's being. It was almost as if ...
"Are you more worried for your own life or the other force sensitive on this planet? The small untrained speck of light I feel in the distance?"
He wasn't going to say that, though not because he was hiding it. Simply because it was true, and that truth was something that left him....
It left him a lot of things.
He made his way to the kitchen and put the water on to heat before Malgus' question stops him in his track. Actually makes him spark up with fear for a moment, and the line of his back and shoulders stiffen.
Then he turns, slowly.
No point lying now, so he looks at the man, dead in the face. "I have no concern for my own life." Please don't make him have to turn this into a fight to protect Luke. Please. He will. He deeply, deeply, deeply does not want to.
Technically Malgus had no order either. He did not know the current Sith and therefore he could not trust them.
It made his life complicated.
The sudden rush of fear makes the Sith lift his head, though he never took his eyes off Ben to begin with. So it was that. He feared for the life of another.
If Ben looked close enough he might feel something akin to sympathy from the Sith. Oddly enough Malgus knows what it's like to want to protect someone else, something he found to be too far great a weakness for him to keep.
He thought back to the Jedi apprentice who hunted him down after he killed her master. He understood her reasons much like he understands this Jedi's.
"Perhaps you should train that one to mask their presence as you should do for yourself." Though Malgus did not know how powerful the Sith of this era were, he was very very attuned to the Dark Side. More so than most.
"You stand out. Like an irritating beacon of light in the Force."
He was looking very closely because his wisest option was now to kill this man, dispose of his body and make the entire thing appear to have never happened.
Wisest for Luke, at any rate, but he wanted no part of that.
Particularly not when he'd not been harmed, or even seriously threatened. Not when he could feel sympathy coming from Malgus. Not when there was no immediate threat, even if there was a threat to Luke now.
"The Sith now aren't particularly adept at reading or seeing anything in the force - it's mostly used like some sort of... blunt instrument of destruction. Raw power or raw energy. They'd have to be within some reasonable distance to notice me at all, and if they're that close I'd rather ...blind them than let their eyes adjust to see the child's presence. I can't shield him for very long, anyway. Too distant and I've never had any great amount of power."
Hm. A child. That made sense given how small the presence felt, how distant it was.
"But they will see it, Jedi. You project yourself. Your desire to protect betrays your intentions."
Malgus was only offering this advice for one simple reason: the Jedi was helping him. And in turn, this is his repayment.
"You take a chance being on this world. You should go to Dromund Kaas. Find the Sith Academy, even if in ruins, it's power would be enough to drown out any light."
"You are right in saying that I should leave." He'd already had that thought, actually.
He'd had it more now that he was releasing a Sith into the Empire with knowledge of where he was. Luke wouldn't particularly matter to the Emperor or even Vader for quite some time. Just some mildly force sensitive child on a backwater planet. He however would interest both of them a great deal.
He finished preparing both cups of tea, and carried them both with him when he returned to Malgus, and put one in his hands. "Please sit." He hadn't meant to forget his manners. He found his own seat in the chair, leaving another chair or small couch for his guest.
"You're also right, of course, that they'd never look for me on such a world, and there would be no... flare to follow. Unfortunately, the last time I was on a Sith World it was Zigoola, and I spent the entirety of the visit hallucinating - save roughly a minute after I broke my leg to gain enough focus to request help. I've no idea what inside the temple ruins was responsible. I suppose I could blame the politician that was with me, but that seems a bit rude."
Malgus takes the tea and uses the force to slightly move a chair before sitting down. He's rather bulky partially due to his height and the armor surrounding his body.
... The cloak also didn't help his stature.
He listened to Malgus and actually might radiate something akin to amusement. It wasn't until he reached up with a free hand towards the side of his to disconnect piece covering his mouth that the smirk he wore showed. There's a small hissing sound sound, and while he doesn't completely remove it, the scars covering his lower jaw and lips are quite visible. He lets it hang still being partially connected at one side.
Obi-Wan could probably feel the dark side expand outward before he pulls it in and uses it to compensate for the disconnected respirator.
After that he pulled back the hood as well. His skin is pale, scarred from both battle and his connection to the dark side.
A deep price to pay for the kind of power he wields.
"I do not know that world, but the places filled with the power of the dark side can be dangerous even to a Sith. Hate can attach itself and refuse to let go, striking at any who draw near. But that does not mean it is impossible to resist. Even for a Jedi."
The idea that the Jedi had to break his leg to save his sanity is nothing short of amusing though.
"Pain can be a powerful force for oneself, though use of it is a trait mostly attributed to the Sith."
He felt as though he should be irritated at the Sith finding him amusing, but he simply did not. Before coming to Tatooine, before every aspect that defined his existence was burned to ash, yes.
Now?
He lacked the sort of pride necessary to be offended, and acceptance was easy when one was living only for a distant future and had nothing worth worrying about the loss of - including pride.
He studied Malgus as he unveiled his face with no revulsion or disturbance, just mild curiosity. He wasn't comfortable with the surge of the Dark, but didn't recoil from that, either. As the Sith described his light, it was... irritating.
Then smiled, slightly, to respond to the rest. "I also used rage and grief to cut a man I was badly outmatched by in half. Nothing is ever entirely black and white - or light and dark."
He took a drink of his tea. "And I'd be interested in knowing how to protect myself but I wouldn't expect that to be information you're prepared to share with me."
Malgus had pride in his skills and powers, his appearance did not matter to him. Some of the other Sith were weirdly narcissistic about that sort of thing, something he did not understand.
He took a drink himself, as much as he could sustain himself with the Force, he was not foolish enough to dismiss the physical needs of the body. Liquid would help, especially on the dusty planet of Tatooine.
"Rage and grief, highly useful tools. I have fought Jedi who have fallen to those emotions, few have been successful."
Very few Jedi have matched him in general. There was one who defeated him due to her own will power and he almost died as a result (though it was his own that kept him alive).
"And you wish to know how to protect yourself from what? The Sith? Or the Dark Side?"
There are very suddenly many questions he wants to ask, as what Malgus just said sounded like a contradiction but didn't feel like one.
He settled, instead, for answering the question he asked. "If you're suggesting I go to a Sith World to hide, having a means of not going insane would be useful."
His smirk never wavered. He felt the Jedi were many things, both foolish and naive were among them. But he's seen far more insane Sith than Jedi.
"There is one force that is the greatest weakness to the Dark Side. One that can drive someone to the dark, but also keeps it from ever fully taking hold."
He sat back, his form straightening in the chair.
"Once a the apprentice to a Jedi Master I slayed attempted to hunt me down. She wanted to hurt me, driven by her grief and anger she wanted me to share in her pain. But she could not fully embrace the dark side and so she failed. What she felt for her Master brought her to that point but also kept her from crossing the line."
He didn't need to think long to at least assume he knew that answer. "She loved him, so she was angry and wanted revenge - but she loved him so she couldn't follow through and betray him."
It was a question, even if it didn't sound like one. He went from sitting normally in his chair to curled up in a way that was a little feline. It didn't mean anything except 'this is his home and he's comfortable in it'.
For a moment Malgus wondered if the idea of love made the Jedi uncomfortable. They were so set in their own ideals of no emotion, most did not pay it a second thought.
If it were a question, it was one Malgus did not answer. Instead he sat back in the chair before reaching up to reconnect the respirator. They could sit in silence if that is what the Jedi wished, but that did not mean his gaze weren't still locked on him. Studying him almost.
An odd, almost curious Jedi, but still a Jedi. So far he's learned a few things from him. At least two Sith in the galaxy and at least two Jedi. This one being in hiding and protecting another force sensitive.
His options were limited and probably the number of allies he held as well. Something Malgus could actually understand.
He looked back while he was watched - even studied - coolly curious but not alarmed or growing restless under a very, frankly, heavy gaze. He didn't refuse to blink, he didn't blink more quickly. He just... watched Malgus watch him.
He wasn't particularly uncomfortable with that, and he wasn't uncomfortable with the concept of love.
Eventually, he slowly raised his eyebrows.
"I'll take that to mean you're finished with the subject. If you'll stop staring at me long enough to allow me to move without feeling I've lost a battle of wills, I will find out the schedule of ships leaving the planet."
"Dromund Kaas. I want to see what has become of it myself." At one point it not only held the Sith Academy but also was the imperial Capital.
And Darth Malgus' homeworld but that was of little interest. He planned on piecing together the full picture of the fall and re-emergence of the Sith for himself before reaching out to the current members of the order.
And well, the Jedi has been helpful so far. Neither of them really had an order anymore. Not really. Malgus didn't know the current Sith, he couldn't just walk back into the picture. He knew it wouldn't be so easy.
Jedi also rarely double cross, and with having no allies, he's have to make do with this one. Even if he hated it.
Going along with a Sith, to a Sith controlled planet, so he could better decide how to better fit himself into Sith society, such as it was.
Malgus would need him to get there. He would need Malgus to survive there - and if he could not figure out how to do that, being left there would be very, very, bad.
"...Have you decided if you're inviting or kidnapping, yet?" He was going either way. He needed away from Luke. "Because I may have an idea." Not just an idea. A plan. A long term, long range one that was crazy, but just might work.
Oh it was a terrible idea, but as long as they had a mutual understanding, Ben would be fine. If they parted ways and then met again in the future? Not so much.
Malgus inclined his head and there was something of a small smirk behind the mask.
"That all depends on your willingness." It could be an invitation or it could be a kidnapping. Either way the Jedi was coming along. The how did not matter to him.
"But I will consider your idea if it is a good one."
"I am almost tempted to feign unwillingness just for the excitement of being kidnapped," he said, and he was only half joking.
"I'll tell you more about my idea once we're underway. It will be a more productive discussion once you know more about both the fall of the Sith Order, and the current government." The databases and news feeds, such as they were, should be a start, at least.
He glanced out the window towards the suns and the horizon. "I'll grab my cloak. I'd pack, but it would ruin the illusion of being kidnapped."
"It would be wise to bring at least some supplies."
He made no other comment about Ben's plan or jokes about being kidnapped. And though Malgus was curious about the plan, as long as it didn't interfere with his own ... he didn't actually care. He'd hear it out however.
Rising to his feet, he stepped outside to wait for the Jedi.
He nodded slightly, because he never actually went anywhere in this desert without at least basic, survival, supplies. He did stop long enough to grab currency, though.
That wasn't packing. That was his cloak. It had pockets.
He wrapped the thing around him and put the hood up as he stepped outside and stayed quiet and lost in thought as they made their way toward 'civilization' and the space port.
Which was, as they got closer, a steadily more crowded endeavor.
By that time, Malgus had pulled the hood over his head, the rest of the cloak concealed most of his body though none if that helped his rather imposing form. He said nothing as they made there way passed various people. Some looked at him and whispered.
He didn't pay any of them any attention.
Not even a glance was given to the man towering over a small cowering woman -- an alien of some sort. She might have have been a slave or servant of some sort, either way she dropped something and that had earned the man's ire.
No one really paid them any attention until he went to strike her, but instead moved his hands to his throat grasping at an invisible force. The sounds of his struggle only lasted a moment before a sickening snap and his body collapsed to the floor.
A few people gathered around, causing some minor chatter and commotion.
It likely said absolutely nothing good about Obi-Wan as a person that his first response to feeling that surge of the Dark Side and realizing what was happening was-
Okay his first result was that it needed to stop, right now, but that was quickly not an option and the result right on its heels was that if there was an Inquisitor anywhere nearby they were going to have a problem and he really should have given Malgus a better debriefing before going into public with him.
The Dark energy was physically uncomfortable, casual murder was morally uncomfortable, that he'd killed someone who was being abusive was possibly mitigating and -
He kept his mouth shut until he paid for their transport ship, that he'd fly himself thank you, gotten them on it and set coordinates.
At that point - "I don't think the Empire's Inquisitors would respond much better to use of the Dark Side by an unknown than they would to the same from the Light." Slightly careful.
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He pushes the door open when they arrive, and it swings easily, revealing a pretty.. spartan but clean and comfortable enough home. He walks in first, because it's just polite in this instance given the enclosed nature of the space, and the lights come up, albeit slightly, at his entry. "Come in and make yourself comfortable. I'll put tea on and see what I can find out about ships available and how far into the inner rim I can get you."
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Malgus follows Ben into the small house -- it was simple, much like his own quarters. He takes a small moment to glance around. It was so much different than the Sith who lived in extravagant places.
But his mild curiosity did not distract him from the Jedi, whom he also watched. Closely. There was something in how quickly he wanted him to leave. How helpful he's being. It was almost as if ...
"Are you more worried for your own life or the other force sensitive on this planet? The small untrained speck of light I feel in the distance?"
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That was the living hell of it.
There was no Order.
He wasn't going to say that, though not because he was hiding it. Simply because it was true, and that truth was something that left him....
It left him a lot of things.
He made his way to the kitchen and put the water on to heat before Malgus' question stops him in his track. Actually makes him spark up with fear for a moment, and the line of his back and shoulders stiffen.
Then he turns, slowly.
No point lying now, so he looks at the man, dead in the face. "I have no concern for my own life." Please don't make him have to turn this into a fight to protect Luke. Please. He will. He deeply, deeply, deeply does not want to.
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It made his life complicated.
The sudden rush of fear makes the Sith lift his head, though he never took his eyes off Ben to begin with. So it was that. He feared for the life of another.
If Ben looked close enough he might feel something akin to sympathy from the Sith. Oddly enough Malgus knows what it's like to want to protect someone else, something he found to be too far great a weakness for him to keep.
He thought back to the Jedi apprentice who hunted him down after he killed her master. He understood her reasons much like he understands this Jedi's.
"Perhaps you should train that one to mask their presence as you should do for yourself." Though Malgus did not know how powerful the Sith of this era were, he was very very attuned to the Dark Side. More so than most.
"You stand out. Like an irritating beacon of light in the Force."
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Wisest for Luke, at any rate, but he wanted no part of that.
Particularly not when he'd not been harmed, or even seriously threatened. Not when he could feel sympathy coming from Malgus. Not when there was no immediate threat, even if there was a threat to Luke now.
"The Sith now aren't particularly adept at reading or seeing anything in the force - it's mostly used like some sort of... blunt instrument of destruction. Raw power or raw energy. They'd have to be within some reasonable distance to notice me at all, and if they're that close I'd rather ...blind them than let their eyes adjust to see the child's presence. I can't shield him for very long, anyway. Too distant and I've never had any great amount of power."
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"But they will see it, Jedi. You project yourself. Your desire to protect betrays your intentions."
Malgus was only offering this advice for one simple reason: the Jedi was helping him. And in turn, this is his repayment.
"You take a chance being on this world. You should go to Dromund Kaas. Find the Sith Academy, even if in ruins, it's power would be enough to drown out any light."
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He'd had it more now that he was releasing a Sith into the Empire with knowledge of where he was. Luke wouldn't particularly matter to the Emperor or even Vader for quite some time. Just some mildly force sensitive child on a backwater planet. He however would interest both of them a great deal.
He finished preparing both cups of tea, and carried them both with him when he returned to Malgus, and put one in his hands. "Please sit." He hadn't meant to forget his manners. He found his own seat in the chair, leaving another chair or small couch for his guest.
"You're also right, of course, that they'd never look for me on such a world, and there would be no... flare to follow. Unfortunately, the last time I was on a Sith World it was Zigoola, and I spent the entirety of the visit hallucinating - save roughly a minute after I broke my leg to gain enough focus to request help. I've no idea what inside the temple ruins was responsible. I suppose I could blame the politician that was with me, but that seems a bit rude."
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... The cloak also didn't help his stature.
He listened to Malgus and actually might radiate something akin to amusement. It wasn't until he reached up with a free hand towards the side of his to disconnect piece covering his mouth that the smirk he wore showed. There's a small hissing sound sound, and while he doesn't completely remove it, the scars covering his lower jaw and lips are quite visible. He lets it hang still being partially connected at one side.
Obi-Wan could probably feel the dark side expand outward before he pulls it in and uses it to compensate for the disconnected respirator.
After that he pulled back the hood as well. His skin is pale, scarred from both battle and his connection to the dark side.
A deep price to pay for the kind of power he wields.
"I do not know that world, but the places filled with the power of the dark side can be dangerous even to a Sith. Hate can attach itself and refuse to let go, striking at any who draw near. But that does not mean it is impossible to resist. Even for a Jedi."
The idea that the Jedi had to break his leg to save his sanity is nothing short of amusing though.
"Pain can be a powerful force for oneself, though use of it is a trait mostly attributed to the Sith."
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Now?
He lacked the sort of pride necessary to be offended, and acceptance was easy when one was living only for a distant future and had nothing worth worrying about the loss of - including pride.
He studied Malgus as he unveiled his face with no revulsion or disturbance, just mild curiosity. He wasn't comfortable with the surge of the Dark, but didn't recoil from that, either. As the Sith described his light, it was... irritating.
Then smiled, slightly, to respond to the rest. "I also used rage and grief to cut a man I was badly outmatched by in half. Nothing is ever entirely black and white - or light and dark."
He took a drink of his tea. "And I'd be interested in knowing how to protect myself but I wouldn't expect that to be information you're prepared to share with me."
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He took a drink himself, as much as he could sustain himself with the Force, he was not foolish enough to dismiss the physical needs of the body. Liquid would help, especially on the dusty planet of Tatooine.
"Rage and grief, highly useful tools. I have fought Jedi who have fallen to those emotions, few have been successful."
Very few Jedi have matched him in general. There was one who defeated him due to her own will power and he almost died as a result (though it was his own that kept him alive).
"And you wish to know how to protect yourself from what? The Sith? Or the Dark Side?"
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He settled, instead, for answering the question he asked. "If you're suggesting I go to a Sith World to hide, having a means of not going insane would be useful."
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"There is one force that is the greatest weakness to the Dark Side. One that can drive someone to the dark, but also keeps it from ever fully taking hold."
He sat back, his form straightening in the chair.
"Once a the apprentice to a Jedi Master I slayed attempted to hunt me down. She wanted to hurt me, driven by her grief and anger she wanted me to share in her pain. But she could not fully embrace the dark side and so she failed. What she felt for her Master brought her to that point but also kept her from crossing the line."
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It was a question, even if it didn't sound like one. He went from sitting normally in his chair to curled up in a way that was a little feline. It didn't mean anything except 'this is his home and he's comfortable in it'.
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If it were a question, it was one Malgus did not answer. Instead he sat back in the chair before reaching up to reconnect the respirator. They could sit in silence if that is what the Jedi wished, but that did not mean his gaze weren't still locked on him. Studying him almost.
An odd, almost curious Jedi, but still a Jedi. So far he's learned a few things from him. At least two Sith in the galaxy and at least two Jedi. This one being in hiding and protecting another force sensitive.
His options were limited and probably the number of allies he held as well. Something Malgus could actually understand.
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He wasn't particularly uncomfortable with that, and he wasn't uncomfortable with the concept of love.
Eventually, he slowly raised his eyebrows.
"I'll take that to mean you're finished with the subject. If you'll stop staring at me long enough to allow me to move without feeling I've lost a battle of wills, I will find out the schedule of ships leaving the planet."
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Otherwise he just gestured at Ben with a shrug. He could move if wanted. Malgus wasn't planning on stopping him.
"I doubt there will be many headed to where we will be headed."
Did he just imply the Jedi is coming with him? Maybe.
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He smirked faintly in response to it, but quickly got reduced and stopped from moving to collect a datapad by the rest. That was a surprise.
He blinked a few times and cocked an eyebrow up. "Is that an invitation or are you kidnapping me?" Was that a joke? Maybe. "Where are we going?"
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And Darth Malgus' homeworld but that was of little interest. He planned on piecing together the full picture of the fall and re-emergence of the Sith for himself before reaching out to the current members of the order.
And well, the Jedi has been helpful so far. Neither of them really had an order anymore. Not really. Malgus didn't know the current Sith, he couldn't just walk back into the picture. He knew it wouldn't be so easy.
Jedi also rarely double cross, and with having no allies, he's have to make do with this one. Even if he hated it.
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Going along with a Sith, to a Sith controlled planet, so he could better decide how to better fit himself into Sith society, such as it was.
Malgus would need him to get there. He would need Malgus to survive there - and if he could not figure out how to do that, being left there would be very, very, bad.
"...Have you decided if you're inviting or kidnapping, yet?" He was going either way. He needed away from Luke. "Because I may have an idea." Not just an idea. A plan. A long term, long range one that was crazy, but just might work.
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Malgus inclined his head and there was something of a small smirk behind the mask.
"That all depends on your willingness." It could be an invitation or it could be a kidnapping. Either way the Jedi was coming along. The how did not matter to him.
"But I will consider your idea if it is a good one."
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"I'll tell you more about my idea once we're underway. It will be a more productive discussion once you know more about both the fall of the Sith Order, and the current government." The databases and news feeds, such as they were, should be a start, at least.
He glanced out the window towards the suns and the horizon. "I'll grab my cloak. I'd pack, but it would ruin the illusion of being kidnapped."
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He made no other comment about Ben's plan or jokes about being kidnapped. And though Malgus was curious about the plan, as long as it didn't interfere with his own ... he didn't actually care. He'd hear it out however.
Rising to his feet, he stepped outside to wait for the Jedi.
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That wasn't packing. That was his cloak. It had pockets.
He wrapped the thing around him and put the hood up as he stepped outside and stayed quiet and lost in thought as they made their way toward 'civilization' and the space port.
Which was, as they got closer, a steadily more crowded endeavor.
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He didn't pay any of them any attention.
Not even a glance was given to the man towering over a small cowering woman -- an alien of some sort. She might have have been a slave or servant of some sort, either way she dropped something and that had earned the man's ire.
No one really paid them any attention until he went to strike her, but instead moved his hands to his throat grasping at an invisible force. The sounds of his struggle only lasted a moment before a sickening snap and his body collapsed to the floor.
A few people gathered around, causing some minor chatter and commotion.
As for Malgus? He kept walking.
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Okay his first result was that it needed to stop, right now, but that was quickly not an option and the result right on its heels was that if there was an Inquisitor anywhere nearby they were going to have a problem and he really should have given Malgus a better debriefing before going into public with him.
The Dark energy was physically uncomfortable, casual murder was morally uncomfortable, that he'd killed someone who was being abusive was possibly mitigating and -
He kept his mouth shut until he paid for their transport ship, that he'd fly himself thank you, gotten them on it and set coordinates.
At that point - "I don't think the Empire's Inquisitors would respond much better to use of the Dark Side by an unknown than they would to the same from the Light." Slightly careful.
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I'm not sure how much of this malgus personally knows but fuck it I do what I want
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