Xanatos's POV
Part Seven
I stormed from the Healer's ward to find Qui-gon outside.
"What the Sith were you thinking?! You just stared at him! Isn't this the boy that you were running through the galaxy trying to avenge! Sith you! You might have destroyed him! He is too weak to take this!" I yelled.
I got my anger back under control but it still surged in me.
*Why are you throwing away a chance that I never got to redeem yourself?* I thought to myself.
"How can I be sure," he said.
"Sith, you saw him for yourself. You saw his pain for you. He blames himself," I said.
"How can I be sure," he murmured again.
"Qui-gon, I know I have been the worst creature ever put in this galaxy. I know that I had no compassion for feelings, emotions, or life itself. But I would never play with someone like this. That is really Obi-wan, the same boy you have loved and raised as a son. Turn away from the dark path you set out on and go back to him. You still have a chance," I said.
"I can't," he said.
"You won't if you keep thinking that," I said softly.
"How did he get like that?" he asked.
"The poison did most of the work. The torture did the rest," I said.
"How did he lose his hand?" he asked.
"We think they cut if from him to speed up his death. It was there with him when I found him, but they can't stitch it back on so they may try using a cybernetic hand. He would never know the difference," I said softly.
"What else is wrong?" he asked.
"I thought you didn't care, the way you were acting in there," I replied coldly.
The next thing I knew was being shoved into the wall.
"I do care about him, I love him for Force's sake as my own son!
Now what is wrong with him?" he roared.
I smiled thinly, my suspicions confirmed.
"He may never be able to talk as well again. The poison nearly destroyed his vocal cords. His lungs were weakened but that may be taken care of over time. His face is healing perfectly and that should be fine. He had a saver infection that may affect his nerves for a while. But I think the Healers at the Temple will help his recovery, if you drop your foolish plans and go home," I said.
"I can't let those monsters get away," he said.
"Then I will take care of it. A few more deaths on my consciousness will not kill me, but they will destroy you," I said.
Part Seven
I stormed from the Healer's ward to find Qui-gon outside.
"What the Sith were you thinking?! You just stared at him! Isn't this the boy that you were running through the galaxy trying to avenge! Sith you! You might have destroyed him! He is too weak to take this!" I yelled.
I got my anger back under control but it still surged in me.
*Why are you throwing away a chance that I never got to redeem yourself?* I thought to myself.
"How can I be sure," he said.
"Sith, you saw him for yourself. You saw his pain for you. He blames himself," I said.
"How can I be sure," he murmured again.
"Qui-gon, I know I have been the worst creature ever put in this galaxy. I know that I had no compassion for feelings, emotions, or life itself. But I would never play with someone like this. That is really Obi-wan, the same boy you have loved and raised as a son. Turn away from the dark path you set out on and go back to him. You still have a chance," I said.
"I can't," he said.
"You won't if you keep thinking that," I said softly.
"How did he get like that?" he asked.
"The poison did most of the work. The torture did the rest," I said.
"How did he lose his hand?" he asked.
"We think they cut if from him to speed up his death. It was there with him when I found him, but they can't stitch it back on so they may try using a cybernetic hand. He would never know the difference," I said softly.
"What else is wrong?" he asked.
"I thought you didn't care, the way you were acting in there," I replied coldly.
The next thing I knew was being shoved into the wall.
"I do care about him, I love him for Force's sake as my own son!
Now what is wrong with him?" he roared.
I smiled thinly, my suspicions confirmed.
"He may never be able to talk as well again. The poison nearly destroyed his vocal cords. His lungs were weakened but that may be taken care of over time. His face is healing perfectly and that should be fine. He had a saver infection that may affect his nerves for a while. But I think the Healers at the Temple will help his recovery, if you drop your foolish plans and go home," I said.
"I can't let those monsters get away," he said.
"Then I will take care of it. A few more deaths on my consciousness will not kill me, but they will destroy you," I said.