He saw his father on the crumbled pedistal, once golden and mighty, now little more than a ruin. He saw his father as he was already inwardly, and would one day be outwardly. Decrepit, old, senile. To use Fiona's word, Weak. And as he looked, and took satisfaction from his hatred, he saw there was enough room for another in that ruin. Ulic appeared next to Roka, hunched, ruined, broken, and Argyyle felt that core grow colder and darker.
Calm spread through him, but not the calm of the righteous. The calm of the Madman. The calm of one who knows his path is evil, and not only accepts it, but revels in it. The calm of the Sith. Argyyle resumed breathing, no longer trying to still his trembling body. There is no peace, there is anger. He felt his anger permeate his very bones. There is no fear, there is power. He felt all fear of Ulic and what ulic had done melt from his being. There is no death, There is immortality. What did it matter if he remembered dieing? He was stronger for that memory, and would one day learn to cheat death in truth. There is no weakness, there is the Darkside. A small still smile touched Argyyles lips as he expunged all weakness from his soul. Argyyle wrapped himself in his hate and anger, lightheaded with epiphany.
He stood and walked over to the wall, where he touched a hidden panel. The panel slid aside, revealing a bank of controlls. He programmed 3 hover dones for random intervals and set them to random stun intensity, up to burn level pain. He knew how to give pain. It was time learn to take pain as well. Argyyle stood in the center of his chamber, eyes closed, feeling the drones move about him with the force. He felt the first one fire, felt as if he almost could have dodged the zap, but not quite. It didnt matter. He chose to remain motionless, body still vibrating with the intensity of his anger as the bolt hit his left calf and felt as if a knife of fire had lanced it. Argyyle refused to allow himself to be beaten by mere droids, and focused all the harder, reducing his awareness to that core. The droids were set to half an hour. Argyyle counted heartbeats...endless heartbeats. Not endless. 2340 of them. He felt the droids deactivate, and allowed himself to come out of his semi-trance. 2340 heartbeats in one half of one hour. He let his anger fade, keeping only the slightest embers burning in the back of his mind. Embers with the intensity of starfire, ready to flare into a super nova in the merest instant. 2340 heartbeats... A fraction of the time he had spent on this planet. If he didn'kill something soon, He was going to go insane.