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"Did you just say..." Zeb starts.

"Palpatine. As in the Emperor? Ezra what are you saying?" Rex asks.

"Is it not obvious? My father was the son of the emperor which means I'm..." I start.

"You're the emperor's grandfather." Rex says.

"Bingo." I say.

"Come on Ezra, you can't believe that." Zeb says.

"It's Kylo Ren and yes I do." I say.

"Ezra, this goes against everything your parents stood for." Rex says.

"My father would've inherited the throne but his cowardness ultimately got him killed." I say.

I walk forward.

"Where are the others? It is ovbious that you didn't come alone." I say.

"Like we'd tell you." Zeb scoffs.

I reach out my hand. I use the force to torture them. It's like a thousand blades entering your body. It's quite painful. I watch them grunt and wither.  I let out a breath. It feels so strange that I'm torturing them, but... they deserve it. It brings me such pleassure.

"Stop it kid!" Rex yells.

"Now why would I do a thing like that?" I cough.

Then... my handshakes. I release them. A sickening rises in me. I grip my throat it starts burning. I start coughing. Oh crap. I know what I have to do. I need the transfusion. I pull off my cloak. Now they will see what happened to me.

"Ezra... those scars?" Zeb asks.

"Begin transfusion." I cough.

I enter the pool shakily. The wires hit my wounds. I wince. 


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