[center][h2]Ben Solo[/h2][/center]

He disliked the dark turn her expression had taken. But he could only blame himself for that. His own worries must had seeped into her, sort of... corrupted her in a way. Ben thought to himself, that it was weird how he saw things sometimes. That in all honesty, it wasn't as serious has to call it corruption. But he couldn't help but feeling he [i]could[/i] end up corrupting her, if he wasn't careful. 

[color=red][I]Than I'll be more careful,[/I][/color] he thought sternly to himself. 

Ben looked around at the ruined temple thoughtfully before responding, [color=red][b]"The lower levels are gonna need to be explored anyway. Miles well be us, I suppose,"[/b][/color] 

He followed her along rather quietly, more or less thinking intently on the vision he had earlier. The man in it, the one draped in a cloak of shadows with a scar across his eye looked familiar. Like he had seen him many times before. Or, someone similar to him. Trying to get the man out his head was almost like finding peace in the light side of the force. Too troublesome to bother with. It was the powerful hum of Odette's lightsaber that seared him out the prison of thought. 

Ben looked up, expecting to see danger but only witness a hall of darkness. He hadn't realized how dark it had gotten going down the stairs. As he traveled, he could feel a malice, no, a hunger gnawing at him. He lowered his lids in trepidation but fought back against the hesitance and followed Odette wordlessly. Once his foot fell off the last step and they had walked the halls just a bit, he sensed Odette's mote of light gray. He felt her fear, her anxiety in the air.

The young Solo was so intoned with his own, that he felt hers and knew perfectly what ailed her. So he stepped up beside her, a small gesture of assurance. He hoped that him being beside her would heal that dark feeling. They both couldn't be struggling; he hoped [i]always[/i] that she'd be the light at the end of his tunnel. 

When she gripped his sleeve, Ben wrapped his hand around hers and leveled at his side. [color=red][b]"Yea,"[/b][/color] he answered with equal amounts of fear and anger. [color=red][b]"I don't know why but I get the feeling this place is... This place is where the younglings were slain."[/b][/color] 

The moment he said that, images of same cloak man from before had appeared before him. A specter of sorts, walked down the hall and turned left into a sparking, broken opening. The door hinged on closing or opening, which way exactly, he wasn't sure. Ben took a step forwards. The specter vanished but not before taking another step towards the door. He was grounded where he was, sure that Odette hadn't seen this... this ghost.

[color=red][b]"M-Maybe we should go back."[/b][/color]