"Thank you," Saga mimicked, lifting the glass to take a cautious sip. It tasted fruity in a vague sort of way, sweet, interesting. He immediately liked it, which at least was a momentary distraction from how frustrated he was otherwise.
He sipped again. "Maybe you're just a bad Sith." It might have come across as a little petulant, because he didn't like being lectured, and he thought he'd escaped that when he left the Jedi Temple. He didn't like that some of this was resonating with him. "What kind of power does having fun get you?"
He'd heard about Darth Jadus, briefly. From what he'd heard, passion wasn't what described him, either. "Maybe you Sith are weaker than you think."
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He sipped again. "Maybe you're just a bad Sith." It might have come across as a little petulant, because he didn't like being lectured, and he thought he'd escaped that when he left the Jedi Temple. He didn't like that some of this was resonating with him. "What kind of power does having fun get you?"
He'd heard about Darth Jadus, briefly. From what he'd heard, passion wasn't what described him, either. "Maybe you Sith are weaker than you think."