Why have you come here? Come on, answer me already! What are you? A Nautolan with his vocal cords destroyed? Oh, sorry, mistook you for your Master. Dead, is he not? Bwaha, what? You don't know? Were you not supposed to be his Padawan-apprentice? Pitiful, that's what you are. And your Master knows it. That's why he left you. Admit it. He left you for you are such a pathetic piece of scum. You know it's true.
"SHUT UP!" Jedova screamed and swiftly got up to sitting position, grasping his head. His Padawan braid smacked his cheek lightly.
No one was there to hear his voice; the walls of the quarters in the Jedi temple were thick enough to be considered soundproof. No one heard him scream.
"Why can't this stop?" Jedova sobbed, trying to quiet his breaths. "Master Xurego, I'm sorry I couldn't prevent it... I'm SORRY!"
The darkness of the room which used to be nearly a safe haven for the young man seemed to include many harassing shadows.
"I'm sorry..."
That was all that came from the hurt Padawan's mouth.
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