[center]~|Day 2, 7:30-7:35 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~
[sub][h1][u][b]Xid[/b][/u][/h1][/sub][/center]

So much was rattling around in Xid’s head. Around and around it went, like the water down the primal drain as it failed to wash his conflict away. The temperature was lukewarm but his body was flustered in heat, his embarrassment all too clear on his features while he tried to hide it. His forehead pressed hard against the clear, red tinted glass and stared downward in thought. His eyes too on a hazy, unfocused look. Lost in the worst place possible: his head, his past. Confusion, an emotion he had dealt with, pounded in his mind as badly as the nightmares which jarred him awake. Sometimes his ears filled with his own screaming from the haunting memories causing him to curl up into a cold, shivering ball. Even he was amazed he managed to pass the trials on the first time even if was barely. 

The Empire’s trooper’s image flashed in his mind and Xid flinched. Questions, frighteningly real and serious, surfaced into his attention against his will. They were answers he never wanted to consider, especially now, while he bit his bottom lip. His eyes sealed tightly and arms pressed to defensively wrap about himself from them. Of course, it didn’t since it was a fictional and childish gesture on his part, a habit best forgotten.    

 [i]Are we really that much alike? Under it all, was he really just like me once...until they changed him?[/i] 

A sourness budded at his throat and threatened to hurl forth, his hand raised to cover his mouth in fear. Slowly he inhaled. His eyes tighter, his fingers loosening, and finally began to incite the Jedi code. He knew it very well and in the past, it always inspired him to follow the path he was given. The last part was the most empowering, even to the padawans and knights, to know in some small way they all would remain connected. 

Quietly, Xid whispered the words for strength. “There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death… there is the Force.” 

At the last words, Xid’s eyes snapped open. He let his lips fall into a weak smile then finished washing away the sweat and grime that have collected. His hand turned to shut off the last of the water and stepped out to retrieve a towel to wrap about his pelvis. The knight’s eyes lingered upon Lea’s outer robes held in his hand. His mind noting the feminine appearance as well as the fact it smelt like her, placing it to side so he could dry off and dress. Garbed in Lea’s robe, he  had begun to pad to the main room  with the towel flopped over his curly mess for hair. His hands were rubbing furiously, tugging some of his roots in the process, when he sensed a presence before him. 

His blue eyes lifted to acknowledge her and immediately became aware of his dress state, wondering if his face was about to turn completely red again. Naturally it was. It was the knight from before, the woman hauled in by the troopers and merely dumped like an unwanted droid. Xid’s heart trembled in pain at recalling his own droid, possibly lost forever through destruction or worse. The Sith wouldn’t have bothered to salvage Navi after all. At her question, Xid tried to pass off his discomfort. “It wasn’t my idea, honest! Arix, the padawan that was in here earlier, pulled me in and I slipped over the wet floor. My robes got soaked and well… It was either I used hers or…”

He purposely trailed off with his sentence. It would’ve been perfectly clear what he was about to say as his hand raised, scratching his neck some.