Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

9. The Act

"What a surprise to see you here," Qimir smiled when he opened the door for you.

For force's sake, you were over with Qimir's blind arrogance and act. He was hiding something, and you knew it deep down. At this point you understood he was not going to tell you freely, and though it might not be the most ethical thing you had done he had forced your hand. Without saying anything, you lifted up your hand as you lifted him up by the force, throwing him up against the wall at the other side of the room. You stepped in, and closed the door with the force as you stepped down.

"You are going to tell me exactly what's going on," you demanded, walking towards him.

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about," Qimir's voice was shaking as he tried to grab for something to hold.

He was acting helpless, but it was exactly that. It was an act, you sensed it. You stopped standing only a meter away from him. You looked up at him. Why would anyone put up such a good act? Master Sol, Yord, Jecki all believed he was just a scrapper, but you knew he was more.

"Stop it," you warned him.

"Stop what?!" He shouted desperately.

You lifted your hand up, but kept him still walking one step closer to him. There was little space between you, only centimeters keeping you apart. You reached his forehead with your fingers. You closed your eyes and ears, avoiding his desperate screams. You concentrate your mind, going back into his memories.

But there was one problem, Qimir's memory of your shared night was different from yours. He had been drinking himself to sleep, and spent the night here. You tapped out of his head, dropped him down to the floor and turned around. Had you started to go insane? Who was the man you had sensed in your bed chambers? Had you simply just imagined Qimir's voice? Your emotions were boiling up, you had no idea of what to do with yourself. You had just pressed an innocent man up against the wall, tapped into his memories against his will for nothing. He was not the bag guy, you were.

"What did you believe I had done?" Qimir asked, standing behind you.

"It doesn't matter," You whispered in shock, your mouth still open trying to solve your emotions.

"I think you owe me an explanation after that shit you just pulled," he fired back, walking past you, placing himself in front of you.

His memory should've been different, but you needed to fall in line and understand you were wrong. God damn, this whole place stinks of alcohol still now in the morning. You closed your lips. You didn't want to tell him, mostly in fear that he would tell anyone. He shouldn't know what doesn't affect him. More importantly, you needed to find out who the shadow was. You couldn't sleep until you did. You looked up at him.

"Get your bag, we are leaving" You said to ignore his wishes, as you tried to walk past him.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, and it was like a flash back to the man in the shadow, pulling you back. You felt your heart skip a beat, you were not going insane. It was him.

"Just wait, I wanna walk together," He smiled lightly with his annoying act.

You sigh. You were afraid you needed distance from this man. Somehow things had turned sour since the second the two of you met. Troublesome. You waited for him to get his backpack before you walked together to the ship. Qimir's voice scar through your ears, as they kept on bleeding from his non-stopping mouth. You didn't entertain him one bit, you were quiet.

With everything going on inside of your mind, you had begun to doubt your ability to do the task Grand Master Yoda had given you. If you had truly become delusional that you believed a drunk scrapper could be some evil shadow from your dreams, you had sunk to a new low. A new low, so far down you didn't even want to write it down in your books. Shame was the only thing washing over you.

"Finally, you're here," A friendly voice said as you entered the ship. It was Yord. You gave him a light smile and a nod, before you began walking away from the two of them towards your own chambers. You were going to stay awake until you caught the shadow.

"Hey, you in the rush?" Yord suddenly yelled from behind you, you could sense Qimir only meters behind him.

Yord was wearing his beautiful robe, though it had become creased. You realized that you might be the only person able to tell him so gently. You smiled weakly. Yord was perhaps also the only one who could make you relax. The only one you could rely on. You slowly walked over to him, placed a hand on his robe, and looked into his eyes.

"Your robe has creases," You whispered teasingly.

Yord rolled his eyes and laughed. He opened the door for his chambers as he stepped in. He held out a hand for you to take as you gladly did. You looked to the side, where Qimir's dark eyes met yours. You swallowed. Why did he make you feel this way? Like you were drawn to him, though you served no purpose together. You closed your eyes and stepped inside to Yord.

He was your safe haven.