Argyyle's hackles rose at the touch of cold steel on his flesh. How DARE she...he cut the thought off midway through. This had been coming for some time now. This was as good a time and as good a place as any. He reached up and nudged the dagger a fraction away from his throat with his finger, " I will explain nothing until you remove that sliver of death from my neck. If you WANTED to let Ulic play with your mind as well as mine, all you had to do was say something, and I would gladly have turned back and left you there with him. "
Fiona closed her eyes for a moment awash in the memories of Kirialen and how wonderful it had felt to hold her brother's corpse in her arms, the delightful feeling of his death...and knew if it was that satisfying with Kirialen, her toad like brother...how much better it would be to murder Argyyle. She hesitated for a moment almost feeling
his blood flowing across her hand...warm with the faintest chill...the cold of death just kissing the red blood...She sheathed her dagger with a slight tremble, feeling once again the rage she had felt when she had come to her senses, alone in the cavernous ship. Fiona growled, " I would have killed him...you stole that from me!"
"I stole nothing from you, sister. Think for a moment. He made both of us think I was dead. I STILL remember dieing, and being reborn. It was only because of his overconfidence that you were able to beat him. Do you honestly think he was anywhere NEAR you when you struck with your axe? I couldn't even see him, let alone sense him, " argyyle's voice became strangled.
With a distinct edge to her voice she said, " Those thoughts lead to weakness, brother. YOU may not know what would have happened, I know that I would have killed him, there is no doubt in my mind. Doubts are for the weak. "
Argyyle sucked the blood from his finger and stared into his sisters blazing, insane eyes, hissing at her, " I do not doubt for one instant that he could have indeed killed us without a second thought had he desired to do so, nor do I doubt for a moment that we could not have stopped him. We are Sith, but we are NOT trained. We have
just been shown how much control we lack. Do not mistake my musings, nor my conclusions for weakness or doubt."
Fiona was concerned at this new level of weakness that her brother seemed almost proud to spout. Perhaps his near death experience had hurt him more than she had realized. She felt a twinge of worry for him and decided that he would heal from the grievous wound that Ulic had dealt to him, hoping that it did not fester into cowardice. Perhaps Ulic would have killed them, but such doubt was for fools that dreaded their own shadows. She would go along with his misguided notions for now saying, " Perhaps you are right, brother. Perhaps he
would have killed us. Perhaps...I however choose not to dwell on what he might have done, I know what I would have done...and whether you agree or not, I know that I would have killed him. As I have said before, powers do not make the sith. It is who you are, it is the strength of the darkness within that determines how powerful any of
us can be. I do not fear death, rather I quite look forward to it. We lack the knowledge of force powers but that can be gained in time, if father ever gains the spine to teach it. "
Argyyle sighed. perhaps his sister had been more affected by Ulic than he realized. "Fiona, HOW would you have killed him? I know powers do not make a Sith. Both of us are far more Sith than father could ever be, and because of that, I will never again ask him to teach me. " Argyyle brushed a tendril of burnt gold hair from her
face. " I am not weak, Fiona. Merely uncentered, and unsettled. There IS a difference."
Fiona realized that it was pointless to debate with him, he could not see things as she did. That was the problem. " Well brother, that remains to be seen...we shall both be tested, though it is quite unlikely we will live...the most we can hope for is to die well..."
Argyyle pushed himself to his feet, " I'm going to change, and meditate. you can use the chamber across from mine. Good night Fiona. " Argyyle slid past his sister, their bodies pressed close together in the confined space as he moved to the access hatch. "Don't touch the controls, please. We're on our way to Kessell. Im entering the AMG tournament. If you want to comm temple, and have your ship meet us there, by all means do so. I do hope
you'll stay, and watch, though. and bet on me."
Fiona idly commed for her ship and moved toward her chamber. Her last thoughts before sleep were that she looked forward to seeing her brother prove his strength, such a shame that they weren't deathmatches. Would have been far more exciting if they were...
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