Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

64. Trajectory of Tragedy

"Y/n I can't let you go," Qimir's voice was deadly serious.

You nodded slowly, how comedic wasn't that.

"Isn't the first time you've said that," You whispered, tightening your grip on the hilt.

"I won last time," you smiled weakly, walking towards him.

He carried himself differently, stoic. Qimir didn't need his helmet to come across threatening, his body language was like a soldier. You couldn't help but think he had lost the plot. He had no idea what he was truly doing, what his Master had put him up to. He had become the very thing he feared. A blind soldier.

"We need to talk," You could feel his breath against your ear.

A sour smile appeared on your face, as you tilted your head to his side. Your eyes meeting each other. His eyes of flames, met your eyes of frost. One person of passion and one person of peace. The two of you shouldn't work together, yet for so long you did work. You could blame the Darth Plagiues as much as you wanted, but it didn't take away the truth. Qimir and you had a bond. Healthy or not, the force had brought you together.

"Answer me this," You whispered, looking down at his pretty lips.

"How could you love me, and still want to hurt me so badly?" Your eyes met his again.

He swallowed, his eyes were flickering. Qimir didn't know how to answer you. In his mind, it all made sense. In the end, you would love him and your kids. Those things would triumph every little doubt you had, but deep down Qimir had to admit he was the anxious one. His Master wanted you to join them, but Qimir meant what he had told you earlier this morning. Qimir didn't want you to change. He loved you for you. The light was what made you special. Your understanding of the force, your lack of fear of what was unknown... The light was you.

"I don't know..." He whispered.

You closed your eyes. Now over to the tough question. The question you needed to be answered on behalf of the council.

"How does he... do it?" You asked, opening your eyes. You could feel the distaste in your mouth simply asking the question.

Qimir's eyes broke yours. He didn't want to answer the question. His lips opened, but he struggled to find the right words. In that moment he realized, it was no right way of saying it. You would be mad and hurt neither way, and you would have the right to. It was better to avoid the question.

"It doesn't matter, because I won't let him touch you anymore," He whispered.

You laughed low, before you instantly lifted your lightsaber up to his throat. 'Doesn't matter'? How the hell could he possibly think that was an appropriate answer? Of course, it mattered. If beings were out here, able to create life out of thin air, then we had a problem. Especially if they could do such without the carrier's consent.

"I do not need you to play some false hero, I've already cut off your Master's finger, and I'm not afraid to take your hand if you do not tell me exactly the truth," You had enough of Qimir's bullshit. He had no audacity trying to come of as a protector of you. In the past you did believe he was saving you, now you realised he was simply playing the long game. Accidentally, his heart fell for you along the game.