"If you're not going to join me, I like to put my clothes on." 'Qimir,' as you had known him as for some time, stated. He gestured for the neatly folded clothes sitting down at the edge of the rock.

He didn't look like the murderer that skillfully killed off several Jedi Masters, killed off your friends, and almost killed your twin sister. Instead, he looked perplexed, his head tilted to the side as he just stared at your face, his dark eyes full of concern as he approached the edge of the tide pool.

You averted your eyes as he stepped out, the lightsaber- the same lightsaber he used to kill Jecki- trembled ever so slightly. He tilted his head to the side, smiling ever so slightly as he spoke in a firm yet kind voice. But there held some uncertainty in his voice, questioning you.

"You're wondering," He spoke as he stepped out of the pool. "If it's honorable to kill me like this."

You took a step back, lightsaber ready to be ignited if he so much attacked. But he remained calm, feeling the Force just worked its way around him, light like a feather.

"Heat of the battle, it's justified," He continued. "But a few hours later, it's veagence."

You winced. You didn't know what to day as he just grabbed his clothes from the flat rocks. "Now you're wondering how I can read your mind. I can't." The stranger stated as he slowly puts his clothes back on. "It's your anger that betrays your thoughts."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't let yourself forget how he had deceived everyone the first time you all met, believing that he was just an meek accomplice to Mae and her master. How he deceived everyone and how they paid the price for it as he took them all down.

But why are you alive? Why are you still here? All alone with him in an unknown planet in whatever system he had taken you. What made him bring you here?