Feral silently made his descent. The air grew icy the closer he got to the ground, but he didn't feel it against his skin. The sensation never reached him. He moved slowly down the jagged, bloody passages. He kicked aside or stepped over what got in his way.

It took nearly two hours for him to reach his destination due to the length of the paths and how many corpses impeded the pathway.

For the first time in a while Feral actually saw what his brutalization of the Ewoks had wrought. The pale, glowing orb floating in the center of the space ahead was nearly eighty thousand feet tall, and the crater was twice as wide in sheer circumference.

It pulsed with raw, poisonous, and malicious power.

It made the flesh on his neck crawl and his eyes narrow in severe caution.

Bright electrical storms of red, black, and violet swirled on the shimmering metallic surface in erratic, aggressive rhythms. At times they corkscrewed and skewed into each other. There was something fascinating, unique, and yet repulsive about the whole thing at the same time.

His eyes transfixed on the remnants of his massive attack.

Feral approached the sphere, and reached out with his bare hand, pressing it firmly against the transparent surface. It scorched into his palm like white fire, but he could feel no pain. He was enthralled by the object's mesmerizing call and power.

Beneath his touch the bright swirling veins within coalesced into a single, steadily growing mass. The anguished thoughts and spirits of the Ewoks and Woklings trapped inside rushed up to meet him. Loud squeaks and screeches in the back of his mind...Their terror, fear, misery, anguish and pain was clear and twisted through his skull like a hot blade.

He could understand them perfectly, surprisingly...

The squeaks and screeches were a primitive, simple dialect.

Feral focused and thrust forward, penetrating the surface of the orb, plunging into the unfathomable depths of its venomous core.

The anguished squeaks erupted into screeches and shrills of horror and torment the deeper he went.

Feral could understand these as well.

These were the screams of Ewoks and Woklings.

Sentient creatures.

They were not the bestial howls of mindless fury.

They were not mindless.

These were all identities of those taken by his massive attack that had consumed‐any Ewok around him, and the Ewoks and Woklings that continued to be killed on world. The Ewoks killed off world would meet the same fate, and join within this very orb even if they were lightyears away.

Those closest to him‐had all been completely annihilated, ripped apart, disintegrated, and turned into less than dust by the sheer ferocity of the blast. There were only a few torn furry bits that remained, small pieces of what once had been Ewoks, no longer capable of conscious thought, their spirits wailed in the shared suffering of their eternal torture beyond the realm of living.

They tried to swarm over his consciousness, like drowning victims latching onto a raft to stay afloat. Frightened. Helpless. Despearate. The anguished spirits clutched and clawed as they tried to drag themselves up, not as much as much as trying to pull him down to the dark depths they were tormented in, but they used him to try and lift themselves out of that abyss.

However, Feral tore free of them with ease, casting them aside with contempt, and let his mind drift back to the surface, listening as the screeches vanished into darkness.

An instant later he was free, leaving behind the prison from which the Ewoks would never escape. The Ewoks would be sent to chaos for all eternity and, if the time came when he met his physical end in battle, they would be right there to give him a rousing welcome as he strode into that dark abyss.

That's when he would finish them for good.

Though, his ultimate plan was to use their spirits trapped as a source of power for himself, twisting and corrupting them with the dark side itself until even their essence within the force didn't remain.

Feral moved away from the scar that would soon turn into the dark side, which would then seep into Endor, especially this particular spot, and moved towards the nearest pricks of life that were near. It took nearly another hour for him to wind his way through the jagged, corpse stacked, burnt paths of the forest, finally coming upon a procession of Ewoks hard at work harvesting and chopping down trees.

He spotted several that only had one arm and one leg. Those with one arm, the able Ewoks assisted, and the Ewoks with no legs were allowed to sit down by the others or be supported by them and branches crafted to act as canes.

Both things were violations.

Ewoks had to do their own work, individually, and contribute to the overall sum of work by themselves. They were to not get food nor water for at least a week. They were barely allowed to have shelter. Feral could agree with his droid commanders on this, but still, he only watched and observed them from his current distance.

He could feed on their agony and exhaustion from labor and turn that into fear with enough prodding.

There was a series of wooden and steel platforms, ladders, planks, bridges, and walkways connecting an extensive cluster of enormous trees as well as a part of the canopy. Beneath this was a huge bucket, constructed of an odd combination of permacrete, mud, wood, and steel.

Berries, other fruits, as well as nuts and clumsy Ewoks who fell from ladders or high branches piled into the enormous bucket, hoards and loads at a time, but despite all of that, it was no closer to being filled to its brim.

Small campfires burned around the harvest and labor areas offering warmth and light to the battered and exhausted Ewoks. The sparks were caught by an elaborate system of gears and conveyors, which funneled to a choke point several miles away.

And everywhere, were millions of Ewoks hard at work, resting, supporting each other, or gathering for warmth and more support.

Former cooks, warriors, tanners, guards, hunters, gatherers, fathers, mothers, grandmothers, and grandfathers all struggled with the workload and mounting despair, so they clustered as close as they could without drawing too much attention.

Mother Ewoks gathered up their squealing Woklings at the sight of the conveyors jarring and moving, and scurried into some bushes within the area, or pointed and squeaked at the inanimate machines. More Ewoks began to gather around the fires for warmth and support, finishing what they had to do with hast, and chattered quietly in squeals once they got around the small fires.

Those who had no limbs, or no legs were supported by those who had no arms, and those who had no arms were supported by those who only had one arm or one leg, and those who only had one limb were supported by those mostly able.

More Ewoks emerged from the large structures where all the berries, nuts, and other food were put into rations and sent to one of the centers across the planet to be stored. Some were slightly bigger than most of the other Ewoks, and at one point they were undeniably fiercer, but they no longer held such ambitions.

Their furs were patterns of light and dark gray stripes, black, light brown, and red. Instead of the usual leathery hoods the majority wore, these Ewok wore burned horned animal half-skulls atop their heads, which they had further adorned with feathers that were also burned.

They carried their fellows who only had one leg and struggled to keep their fellows with no limbs alive, and even for creatures as small as the Ewoks, they were pitched with horror and desperation the longer their torment went on.

One battle droid on patrol nearby turned to the assemblage of furry creatures and made a vicious speech, pointing from time to time at Ewoks close by getting their fur cut off with electric shavers left to scurry around, and Ewoks getting their jaws broke and dislocated just a few feet from that spectacle.

It gestured to other Ewoks just a few meters away being cut to pieces as they were flung up a crimson laden conveyor system that squeezed and oozed out every last ounce of their bodies until only bones were left, leaving mechanical claws to shred the flattened Ewoks, tossing the remains into a basket before the remains were tossed and whipped at the live Ewoks nearby.

Many became visibly upset by this.

They waved their hands if they had any, stamped their feet if they had any, and shrieked at the droid for several long minutes. Ewoks that couldn't wave or stamp their limbs screeched and shrieked. At the conclusion of their statement the droid grabbed one Ewok with red fur and pulled out its tongue with a jerking motion, and pinched its nose and mouth close.

It didn't let go until the Ewok stopped moving for several minutes. The droid shouted and nodded to the rest of the Ewoks when it was done, smashing the stiff body into the ground several times until the sound of bones breaking padded through the air.

The Ewoks nodded back while screeching, pointing at their suffocated fellow, and began filling the buckets near them with berries, nuts, leaves, dirt, and fish with ten times the speed they had been moving before.

The larger Ewoks quickly gathered the baskets and began to haul them around or set them more upright and carried them to the conveyors, chattering fearfully among themselves as they looked from the droids, back to each other, and began to squeak even louder as machines close by jarred.

The droid was still furious by the disobedience. It zeroed in on the Ewoks as the source of its ire, and began to chase the terrified creatures in circles.

The other Ewoks roared.

Some cheered on their fellows.

Some squeaked in fear and pleaded for the others to stop.

Finally the droid got close enough to the Ewoks, dived atop them, and smashed them into the ground with bone breaking force. The shocked Ewoks tried to jump into the air, but the droid held them down, crushing their tiny limbs, or snapping their legs.

The Ewoks shrilled when the bone popped, and moved as fast as their little legs could carry them, to no avail, as they could not get far. The droid held onto them with little effort, dragging more Ewoks towards it as it dragged the mangled ones behind it, zoning on the crippled and amputated as much as the Ewoks who ran away leaving them to fall pitifully.

They were all dark, furry writhing shapes, hanging onto branches or grass as the droid exerted more force to drag them harder, making them shriek as the pressure within became too much.

The Ewoks started coming apart. Part of them went one way, one part another, arms and legs another way, heads and ears going opposite directions, and as the droid continued its rampage deeper into the forest small masses splashed and smashed into the ground all over.

Blood sprayed on trees, splattered on the ground, Ewok fingers, heads, and toes were pitifully bouncing around, and blood dripped from the leaves overhead.

The surviving Ewoks screeched their indignation, horror, or terror.

They were only capable of pointing and shrilling at the brutality.

Fumbling for air, one Ewok finally tore its gaze away from the blood splatter and noticed Feral standing motionless in the shadows. His towering, massive form like darkness itself. His one arm so brawny it could sweep more than one tree down with practical ease.

The Ewok's bewilderment became horror, and quickly turned into terror. They watched each other for a long minute. The Ewok was terrified of him, certain of what he was, what he intended to do to it, and what he intended to do its fellows once he was finished with it.

At that moment, an Ewok bumped into the cowering fur ball with a groan. The whole thing, apparently frightened the little rodent.

The Ewok rapidly stumbled backward from its fellow, tripped, and fell.

"Eeeeep!"

His movement brought him closer to another Ewok, who, like a terrified imp, took this as a death sign and ran to blend into the crowd of his fellow Ewoks a good distance away climbing trees and harvesting berries by the boatload. Feral picked up pieces of Ewoks, the pitiful pieces of their faces and bodies were scattered on the ground, and parts of their torsos were torn open and flayed for every micro organism and scavenger on world to feast upon.

It was all that was left of them after the droid brutalized them.

The Ewoks working appraised the scene with their big, shiny eyes, nodding, shaking their heads, shrieking, screeching.

They squeaked vociferously for minutes between themselves. Feral brought himself closer, almost at eye level with the Ewoks, and they once again regarded each other, the Ewoks terrified beyond any comprehension.

"Weechu ehda graks! Weechu bont Uuta Graks! Gyeesh den es'eesht!" Ewoks shouted, pointing fingers at Feral.

"Gyeesh fudana! Weechu den seefo roda mookiee!"

More Ewoks screeched.

"Weechu ehda! Weechu Uuta Graks! Meechoo no dangar! Gyeesh weechu den es'eesht meechoo! Meechoo arandee!"

More shrieked in terror.

Feral chuckled, his voice like thunder the whole time. Was is it really too much for more than one of these rats to learn at least a few words of basic. Ever since he sent that one to the super weapon to be used as slave labor, he hadn't seen nor heard an Ewok speak basic fluently.

"I will speak your tongue so there is no mistake. Meechoo es'eesht weechu roda! Meechoo es'eesht weechu! Ehshtee meechoo theesa! Meechoo stusl theesa bok chuu-ock!"

"Den! Nim-nee. Den theesa!" A red Ewok exclaimed.

"Meechoo es'eesht weechu! Meechoo stusl theesa bok chuu-ock!"

"Nim-nee gyeesh! Den es'eesht theesa! Gyeesh! Gyeesh! Nim-nee!"

"Meechoo es'eesht roda theesa! Meechoo es'eesht weechu sta! Den chuck gooka! Den chuck kna naa! Den chuck luka. Den chuck luka! Den chuck nuv! Den chuck yub nub! Den chuck tana! Den chuck che. Den thees! Teera ehda thek!"

The Ewoks were greatly disturbed and horrified by the declaration. Triumphing evil over love was something none of them could or would agree with. They all backed up several steps, except for some of the males and warriors, who took two steps forward.

They began to screech and point at Feral, something that sounded like, in its very nature, to be a direct challenge.

Other Ewoks dropped themselves with loud squeaks and prostrated themselves before him. In another moment, all of the Ewoks who didn't have a death wish followed suit and prostrated themselves before Feral, while the ones who wanted to fight to the end remained upright.

Slowly, several hundred who did not kneel began to rise into the air.

The Ewoks all realized what was happening and began to screech in terror. They shot up and began to squeak at their floating fellows while running in circles on the ground. Their fear climaxed as the floating Ewoks spun and screamed, their fur flying in gory clumps the faster they went, dispersing into little meaty chunks.

The Ewoks all knew they were helpless.

They knew they had no chance to win a battle against him.

Yet the males chose to stand up front and fight anyway,‐the actions of complete and utter idiots, but he couldn't expect much from creatures that hang glided to their deaths.

Feral didn't even regard his doomed victims with contemptuous indifference.

He couldn't even care about them.

The Ewoks and Woklings were nothing to him.

Inconsequential specks he would wipe away for good sooner rather than later, while the rest were sent away to the far reaches of the galaxy. The sooner the better was all he could think, and he'd be able to take some Jedi down with him if things panned out the way he thought they were going to.

If the males and warriors wanted a so‐called courageous death, Feral would grant it, then go onto kill the females and their young.

He dropped his hand to his light-saber, but he reached out instead at the last second. Just as he had done when he had broken the necks and trachea of the unfortunate Nightsisters, Nightbrothers, and others on his homeworld who had been his victims during his childhood.

He unleashed a wave of unstoppable dark side energy, drawing on his natural affinity for the dark side with forethought, preparation, and wicked intent.

It happened so quickly not even a Jedi would have the chance to put up their guard.

The hands, legs, fingers, and toes of the Ewoks who had any,‐disintegrated. With mere thought, everything was obliterated below and above their wrists, ankles, and ribs. Flesh, organ, sinew, bone, cartilage, and tendon vanished in a series of bloody explosions, leaving only ragged stumps and rainfalls of gore.

With nothing left to support themselves the Ewoks all crumpled to the ground, even from the trees above in treacherous plummets, their small ladders collapsing and breaking as they slammed into Ewoks that cartwheeled into them.

Howling and shrieking in pain, the Ewoks writhed, clutching their mutilated limbs as close as they could if they were able. Large spurts of blood pumped out of the wounds and splattered onto nearby baskets of berries, onto several baskets of nuts, other Ewoks, and the conveyor system.

Feral looked down at the injured Ewoks on the ground.

The blood spurting from their stumps and wounds hadn't slowed.

The blast that had taken chunks out of them didn't cauterize the wounds, either.

He enjoyed the spray of blood.

The flow was barely staunched by dust, dirt, and grime from the trees and forest floor as they rolled back and forth at his feet. Shrieks, squeaks, and screeches echoed through the forest. Tears poured from their eyes, soaking their fur, and mucus ran from their noses, clogging their mouths and throats, turning their screeches into thick, choking blubbery shrills.

Feral regarded them with cold and calculating eyes, riding the wave of agony permeating from the furry creatures.

He fell on his first victim like a crashing wave, carving the Ewok diagonally from shoulder to hip. As his first victim toppled over in a shower of gore, fur flying in sheets, Feral leapt high and came down on his next foe, instantly closing the gap between them and simultaneously slicing through three nearby Ewoks that tried to escape his reach.

They rolled across the ground, slowly turning into pulpy shreds. As he came down on top of his intended target, he delivered an overhead strike so perfectly, it smashed the Ewok's skull clear in, and drove his hand deeper into the Ewok's body itself.

Blood poured from the creature's mouth as its eyes and tongue bulged out.

The gruesome ends of the Ewoks gave the others time to recognize what was happening.

Chuckling sadistically, Feral paused to relish the hopelessness and terror emanating from the Ewoks as they recognized the inevitable fact of their own gruesome deaths. Clustered together in the harvesting areas between the massive conveyors, they did the only thing that gave any of them a chance of a few seconds of survival.

They ran.

Feral raised his fist into the air with a shout. Hundreds of forks of scarlet lightning arced out from his hand, enveloping the screeching Ewoks, cooking them alive. Shrieking in agony, they convulsed, boiled, popped, and danced across the ground as the voltages left them smoking, mutilated husks.

They hit the ground with soft thuds or exploded completely.

Feral watched the Ewoks retreat with disinterest, savoring their fear. A handful of steps from freedom, Ewoks made the fatal mistake of glancing back over their shoulder. His saber leapt after them and a second later their heads shot from their shoulders, soaring high before bouncing across the ground, severed from the gushing stumps of their necks.

Feral reveled in it, drawing power from the Ewoks fear and suffering.

He turned his eyes onto the mothers and their young, grinning wide as he closed the gap. Warriors and male Ewoks raced to stand in front of them.

"Meechoo es'eesht weechu! Meechoo es'eesht theesa! Weechu den x'iutha! Weechu manna manna roda sta!"

The Ewoks' eyes shined as they regarded Feral with pure terror, screeching and squealing for mercy down to their last pitiful breath as his shadow blotted out their surroundings, and he yanked them into his world of darkness.

The mother and female Ewoks gathered up their squealing Woklings at the sight of Feral, scurrying where they could and hid in plain sight, or pointed and squeaked in terror. The few warrior and male Ewoks brave enough kept putting the mothers and Woklings behind them, firmly standing their ground despite the shaking of their knees.

Feral's attack met their knee. Then their other knee. And, while the Ewoks reeled, cleaved legs starting their topple down a nearby hill, Feral tore through their arms, ripping the whole limb off along with the shoulder, chuckling as the male and warrior Ewoks shrieked.

They dropped, clawing at the ground with their stumps for hands, or none at all, and their weight was so great the ground around them crumbled from their struggles, sending the them sliding down swiftly into the lava pit.

Their severed legs and arms rolled below them and burned to ash in sudden bursts of scarlet. The Ewoks scrabbled and rolled, kicking at the rough ground, calling for help, but struggling only made them slip farther and farther away.

It only made them shriek louder.

No Ewok came to help.

The ground itself was hot enough that digging their fingers or bodies into it, burned them severely, and their fur began to smolder.

"Esa! Esa weechu seefo es'eesht!"

"Meechoo den dangar! Meechoo danvay!"

"Meechoo danvay den dangar!"

Feral looked down.

The Ewoks regarded him, eyes shining bright. Flame licked the fringes of the Ewoks' bodies, their fur was starting to ignite, and the skin beneath moved towards various stages of cracking open from the intense heat as the flames sweltered.

A flash of red lightning cut through the sky, breaking the atmosphere with thunder.

Below his feet, the Ewoks all burst into flames, screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Chyasee! Weechu chyasee!"

"Gyeesh chyasee!"

"Den stusl meechoo siz seefo!"

Feral looked down watching the flames envelope and lick the Ewoks. It would be a mercy to kill them. But, he was never merciful. He was ruthless, cruel, and he knew if he climbed down and finished the pathetic creatures it would stunt his growth in power.

In the end, he was always inclined to the dark side, and he was a true Sith. He would murder a helpless man, woman, and child. He would murder all of the Ewoks, and the Woklings, whether it was directly or indirectly, just as he would with the Hutts.

Just as he would with the Jedi.

Seeing the Ewoks screeching as they were devoured by fire brought him delight. He would leave them be while he brought the females and mothers to join them.

He turned and walked towards the females and Woklings.

Feral didn't snatch up the charred torsos and heads of what had once been living creatures, creatures that could feel and love despite being savage cannibals and believing in gods. Feral wasn't going to roar to his droids to bring medical capsules for these Ewoks, or others who will get the same treatment.

He lifted the limbless creatures harshly, smacking them on the ground as he flung them down as hard as he could.

He slowly dragged his talons across one cracked and blackened mass that once had been an Ewok's torso, and he chuckled as pitiful, gasping squeaks trembled through the scorched Ewok.

He turned to the females, who in their despair, began to weep beside the brave male and warrior Ewoks before they died of severe burns.

Feral lifted them towards him so they were eye level. The females and Woklings regarded him with terror, squeaking and pointing at him.

He regarded them with hatred and hunger, bearing his canines until he was roaring.

He cut across the air, scattering their bodies like blaster fire.

"Den mo nuv. Den mo vootok! Den mo che. Den mo yub nub. Den mo drik. Den mo goo. Den mo eekeekeek! Den mo tana! Den mo chiutatal! Den mo tal! Teera bont ehda thek! Weechu coatee-cha etke ehda!"

Ewoks remained silent, regarding Feral with horror.

"Meechoo es'eesht weechu moktok. Weechu den nuv! Weechu coatee-cha meechoo es'eesht roda weechu! Meechoo stusl theesa bok chuu-ock! Arandee! Weechu allayloo deaj! Weechu allayloo roda es'eesht siz theesa! Meechoo entzahee roda weechu! Weechu ehshtee theesa meechoo entzahee roda!"

Ewoks conferred with one another for a long time.

The discussion soon turned into a heated disagreement as several hundred Ewoks pressed to just listen and submit, some just wanted to work, some wanted to resist, thousands more wanted to protect their young, while a few dismissed whatever arguments arose entirely and bickered with each other.

The rest of the Ewoks stood around watching the debate with great interest, shouting comments, squeaking loudly, and shrieked for several long seconds so their points were heard. They pointed and screeched in encouragement or objection, changing their minds as much as they stamped their feet.

Other Ewoks, less patient, jumped into the great debate, began to stomp their feet when they were ignored, and even began to pace around heatedly as they squeaked and shrilled impassioned speeches of freedom and liberty.

The submissive Ewoks worked quickly, doing their best to ignore the rebellious shrieks and heated arguments of their fellows. Vines, branches, twigs, leaves, steel, and mud were quickly tossed back and forth across, mashed together, and layered until a kind of grid-like path was constructed.

Ewoks hastened to level it, getting on their hands and knees, many unable to support themselves with only one arm or one leg, inevitably rolling over and squealing when they couldn't get up. Beside their struggling fellows, the Ewoks assembled another grid and laid it on the wet, narrow path to strengthen it, and the wounded creatures worked even faster to assemble and tie the vines.

It was a painstaking task, and many Ewoks fell from the dangerous heights.

More Ewoks began to confer with one another, watching the scene with horror and fear. Their fellows were hitting the ground so much they could feel the thuds on their feet from within the ground.

Feral's eyes narrowed as he recognized the gathering, squeaking, and arguing Ewoks for what they truly were. They were trying to hide the presence of the Woklings, shielding them from his line of sight, even if he didn't need to rely on sight.

He turned his attention to the large, disheveled hut close by.

The Ewoks made no move to stop him. In fact, they had no reaction at all. The path was blocked by nothing but larger Ewoks, no doubt former warriors and possibly elders or chiefs. Feral stepped forward and smashed them aside with the back of his fist, pulling away some vines they tangled together to reveal a small path.

A young Wokling, eyes wide with terror, crowded silently against the far wall with its mother and father. Three warriors Ewoks stepped forward and pointed at him.

A sadistic smile of gratification touched the corners of Feral's lips. The Ewoks had one weakness after all, despite being cannibals. All of their strength of will and valor would be useless. They would be herded just as he wanted them to be, and they'd walk themselves into the prisons.

He was not above exploiting this weakness to get the Ewoks to completely submit. Perhaps the threats were no longer holding merit, and they preferred to experience it.

With a single mental command he swept the terrified woklings and Ewoks upside down into the air, carrying them out of the path to suspend them upside down above a nearby boiling pot. Every single Ewok leapt to their feet, showing real emotion for the first time and ending their arguments.

They reached out to them, jumping, shrilling, screeching, moving with every ounce of strength they could muster, then pulled their hands back, eyes flicking between the floating Ewoks and Feral who would by all mean crush the very life out of them.

"Es'eesht nim-nee! Na goo!" Ewoks whimpered, bowing over and over.

Feral pointed at them, familiar with their screechy language, and quickly growing tired of it. "You stop loving and I will spare them. Weechu den nuv!"

The Ewoks' heads either dropped in defeat or shook fiercely.

"I gave you a chance. Meechoo es'eesht chaaa noot! Meechoo es'eesht roda nuv!"

His light-saber sprang to life and took an Ewok's hand, spinning in the air, it whipped hard, slashing it across the face, cleaving its head clear off, killing it on the spot.

Ewoks screamed, some tried to run from their impending doom.

The blade chased them, bifucrating and chopping them to dozens of little pieces. Feral, drawing strength from the horror of their deaths, moved forward, appearing to be like an incarnation of the night spirit, or some deep abyss of Endor itself coming to feast.

"Den!"

Large Ewoks howled, desperately clutching females and Woklings.

"Gyeesh den es'eesht!"

More begged profusely, tears streaming down their faces.

Feral reached out with the force, bringing the light-saber up to spin and sway over the entire gathering of Ewoks.

He waited, letting their horror and terror mount, he allowed their fear to permeate and become despair, then he plunged the burning blade through their bodies, not simply stabbing and even cutting them in half, but utterly eviscerating them from head to toe.

The Ewoks clutched the shreds of corpses to their chests, their anguished cries echoing across the barren landscape.

Feral feasted on the anguish, gorging himself, feeling it burn through his body like liquid fire, growing stronger in him and plunging his mind deep into it.

Feral conceded with the fact the Ewoks would never forsake love.