Naraal was surprised to say the least. This new being, while he wasn't the ripples that had drawn him, was a completely different type of enigma. That last word that had fallen from the man's lips brought confusion, along with a bit of caution to him. His master had not mentioned anything about people being able to read minds, nor if it was possible through the force. So he had to assume that this man was something of a special case, something to be extremely wary of. 

Through him, Naraal could feel a powerful bridge to the dark side. And, if nothing else, it made his hunger for it all the more demanding. Narrowing his silver eyes and black brows had brought suspicious expression to the youth's face as he accessed his situation. 

When the push of a impatient being made him take a step back, he let out a small grunt. He glanced at his shoulder then back at the man in front of him. He had been taught enough to know when the force was being used against him but that wasn't the problem he was wrestling with. It was his words that had captivated him. 

[i]He's a lot different than anyone I've met before. My father was direct with his words, my master... brutal. But this man, it seems like he's playing with me. I don't like it.[/i] He told himself. 

Bring his footing back, he rubbed the shoulder that was pushed tentatively. “Scared?” he questioned, wondering if that was feeling that was plaguing his heart, urging him to numb it. He had always believed it was betrayal but... perhaps he was wrong. 

“I don't think I'm afraid,” He answered regardless. “I'm more curious than anything else. The dark side is reacting violently here, coursing stronger. I just wanted to revel in it is all.” His hands sunk into the sleeves of his cloak, fist balled as he reached into his pit of betrayal to muster up the dark side. He knew it would be troublesome but if he had too, he'd kill everyone to continue to survive. 

He'd do anything to survive.