Balog huddled deeper into his seat, one eye on the landspeeder controls, the other on his captive.

The black sensory deprivation device looked like a coffin. Inside was his captive, cut off from the world save for a small window for her eyes. And he knew she couldn't see, anyway. And her eyes still knew where he was. It was unnerving, the way they never left him.

Those eyes, they kept glaring. And it tortured him.

He'd seen other captives, and they weren't like this woman. In the beginning they were foaming at the mouth with rage and wild eyed with panic. In the beginning, when they had the strength, they'd hammer their fists on the device's door.

Those were the stubborn ones; the stupid ones. The ones that resisted the whole way.

This woman didn't resist. She wasn't stubborn or stupid. He knew she was a Jedi Knight and had gone undercover, but scarcely anything more. Balog kept her under a heavy drug-with perhaps a little too much sedative- to impair her Jedi abilities. If she was too weak before they reached their destination, she could die before they got the information. But it would break her will.

She'll never break, Blaog was sure. By the second day, he knew it. Her eyes told him everything. She was stubborn, resilient, angry. Stubborn, perhaps, because she knew her Jedi friends were coming? It panicked him, drove him to set traps for the Jedi… maybe they would find them. Maybe they wouldn't. Maybe, just maybe, they were lost on the plains of New Apsolon, and he would safely get tot he base wit her.

But her eyes told him he was making up lies. Lies, just to bring himself false hope. (She wanted him to despair, he knew.)

The third day, and Balog knew for sure he was being tracked. Positive. They had destroyed his droids.

He was almost there. He was relieved. Soon, he would be away from her eyes.

He turned around. But her eyes weren't there. They were fixed in the other direction, far off. Balog knew what that meant. Those eyes, though blind, couldn't face him.

And he found they couldn't face them. He didn't know her, but she knew him. She knew his fears, his weaknesses. Her eyes had pierced through to his mind.

And somehow, he knew something from her. Even when the job was done, even when she was gone, the job wouldn't be done. Somehow, it wouldn't be the last from her.

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I find it rather creepy how Tahl's blind and still like "I'm watchin' you!" Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are love.