[center]~| Day 2, 13:39-13:42|~
~| Xid|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Bunks B)|~[/center]

“I was rather young back then. How time has gone by and I still don’t feel any wiser.” Xid commented, his teeth bit his lip while he paused. His breathing was already heavy as he didn’t take his eyes off her, trying to shake the worry and pain in his expression. His curls were plastered to his forehead by the sweat coating his face, making his wounds sting from the cut near his jawline to his shoulder. 

At mention of the bump on the head, he showed concern. “Yeah, Troopers and Sith alike seem to enjoy head blows. Through I have to say, blaster hits are much worse as is Force Lightning.” 

He felt immediately stupid for his careless and insensitive question, namely when Talija couldn’t answer his obvious question. He even had a hard time trying to figure it out through he knew more than she did. It reminded the Knight he had to talk to Tolun, see if the older Knight held any details or valuable information which could lead to answers on their captivity. Even if the Sith merely wanted to turn them then why not kill the weak ones? Only the strong deserved to live, at least according to Jedi teachings about Sith, and it wouldn’t make sense to keep all of them still breathing. 

The teenager raised his eyes, meeting hers, as he heard her words explain how she came here. Originally, for a brief moment, he had wondered if she was caught back on Coruscant. Somewhere hidden in the temple then was slowly transported here by the Darth’s lackies. It was only a theory but one quickly made moot when she mentioned the transport, shattering his thoughts need for an explanation. 

When her words mentioned the Trandoshan, he sighed. 

Gradually he lowered himself to the bunk underneath where he was trying to balance himself as he leaned over, seeming on the verge to lose whatever meal he had managed to consume during the day. It wasn’t much really so the action would’ve been quick if he had a mind to allow it. Right now, he didn’t want anymore weakness to show. Gingerly, and with some struggle, Xid swallowed his collecting acid at back of his throat then cleared it with great effort. “Yeah, he’s known as Lord Sish. He’s not known for being gentle and this isn’t the first time I ended up taking him on. At least this time he didn’t pin me underneath a droid.” 

His voice tried to be humorous about the experience but knew he failed miserably. He paused, adjusting his position to ease the pressure off his ribs, as he redirected his attention to something better. Causally he gestured for Talija to take a seat beside him while he continued. “Punishment was never my strong suit, but I’ll be alright. I just didn’t expect a Trooper’s widower to beat my ribs is all. Though, you weren’t hurt were you? Since you came onboard?”

Mostly Xid was curious if she had met Darth Nyiss, their current warden. He recalled Nazca’s encounter and through Talija showed no physical symptoms, he didn’t want to assume something hadn’t happened before now.