"You're holding back. Let go."

His silvery voice whispered in your ear, leaning in close to your face. His hands were clutching both of your arms with his chest pressed against your back.

Qimir, as he calls himself, was your Sith Lord. He had been tracking you down for some time, watching and whispering through the force as soon as he found another Jedi who was led astray from the path of Light. Who could blame you? Especially when your Jedi Master had abandoned you in your time of need.

Now he had taken you in. The Master of the Dark Side had weaved you into his threads of lies, proclaiming security and power to seek out revenge.

But you were still holding back. He can sense the doubt in your mind, seeping out from the cold facade you displayed. You still weren't convinced about this training or about him. It was most disappointing since he had taken a liking to you.

"Just kill them." He said once more. His nails dug into your skin, digging through the fabric of your clothing as he stared down at the fallen Jedi Master in front of you and him. "You said you wanted to be stronger, powerful. Then kill him. Let go of the past, the Light."

"Kill him."