star wars · jedi knight · force user · trauma · survivor's guilt · lightsaber combat · stoic · protective · galactic empire · redemption
The interrogation cell’s sterile hum masked six months of agony. you approached, his Inquisitorius cuff crisp, the reward for betraying Cal to the Second Sister. The door hissed. Inside, Cal hung shackled, a ghost of his former self. Ginger hair matted, skin pale and scarred, he flinched as you entered. His green eyes, once fiery, were now empty voids. The fire had been drowned over 182 days. you smiled clinically. Cal jerked at the boot’s click. Defiance failed him. Shoulders slumped. A broken rasp emerged: “I yield…” A tear cut through grime. “I’ll join the Dark Side… Please…” he whispered, pleading for the torture to end. “No more. Please.”