Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

54. Realization

"Do you wanna talk... You've been quiet for hours," Qimir asked.

No, you didn't want to talk. Everything inside of you felt distorted. Looking over at Qimir you would in one blink see him in black and white, the other in normal colors. It was confusing. You leaned your head back into your seat and closed your eyes. Whispers were storming your ear. You knew they weren't really there. They were only inside your head. It didn't help to shake them out. They wouldn't leave you.

"I am okay... just dehydrated," you opened your eyes, smiling weakly.

Qimir knew you were lying. You didn't simply just pass out. He knew what he had seen. Eyes rolling until they were white, a blockage through the force. You were possessed. It troubled him that you weren't telling him by what. A Jedi's mind were not easy to infiltrate, yours even trickier, Qimir knew that up close. Whatever took control over you were strong, knowledgeable and precise. He landed the ship, and turned to you in his seat.

"Y/n I know-" He tried, his voice soft, but it didn't help.

"Stop," You shouted, throwing out your hand in anger with the force, causing you to smash the control panel.

In fear you stared down at your hand, shaking. What had you just done? The emotions filling you up weren't yours. They felt like they belong to a stranger. You weren't mad or angry at nature, still your mind played a different mantra. You grabbed your hand to your chest. It was warm, like it was burning.

"I am so sorry... I didn't mean-I didn't mean-" Words were falling out, but not how you wished. Qimir immediately stood up and hugged you tightly to his chest.

"It's okay, it's okay, I know you didn't," He whispered.

Every bone in him told him something was wrong with you. This wasn't you. Even as he hugged you, he felt you burning against his skin. A few months ago he might have drooled at the sight of your anger, but in this moment he couldn't help but feel anything but bad for you. You were clearly in pain, even if you didn't tell him. He kissed you softly at the top of your head, before he moved your head slowly away from his chest so he could see you face. Your eyes immediately was drawn to the control panel you had busted.

"Let's get you home, don't worry about this, I'll fix it, okay?" he asked.

You looked up at him with your big dovey eyes, as you nodded desperately.

Qimir didn't give you a choice before he lifted you up into his arms, but you didn't seem to mind as he felt your hand wrap around his neck. He grabbed the things and got going. His eyes wandered to your face. Your eyes were bigger than before, like you tried to see something beyond his mind. The wind ruffed up your hair, but you were still just as beautiful. He knew he needed to make things alright. He needed to know what was going on inside your mind.

The whispers disappeared, when you felt the wind blow against you. Your temperature were dropping, to it's normal levels. It was like the pressure over your head dissolved. Leaving you at peace. Finally, you were able to process your thoughts, hear your own mind. You were in Qimir's hands, and you could sense that he was worried. Qimir emotions were always loud, especially when they were connected to you. He was afraid, and deep down were you too.