[b]Suade aboard the Hask orbiting Arbidon[/b]

[i]"Ah..."[/i] Suade exhaled as the boy spoke of reveling in the dark side. It was true, Suade could definitely sense the taint of the dark side within this youth. It was a spark like any other, albeit maybe a little brighter than some. Suade allowed his smirk to escalate into a maniacal grin for a moment as he began to push his dark side presence closer to to Naraal. For a brief moment of apparent insanity, an eerie chuckle leaked from Suade followed by an illusion of an even more maniac version of reality. His head bobbed, as if twisted in the desert heat, and his voice became twisted for just a moment. He added, "If... you want to revel in the Dark Side..." 

[center]Silence.[/center]

A single pause, and the illusion stopped. The overbearing presence, as if it were a hand with the pressure of the deepest ocean trenches, repealed itself. His chuckle ended, his grin faded. The moment dulled down. "I suppose my master might want you and your mind in one piece when he sees you first," Suade commented while retracting his hand. The brilliant sheen of his silken robe glimmered again as his hand rested at his side. "Now, whether you remain whole after meeting him is a whole different story," Suade added again, this time chuckling and sounding human doing it. His laughter was akin to an inside joke, as if he found some cruel humor in ripping apart the minds of others and seeing them crumble. in fact, he did.

He could also feel, more akin to an empathy, how this boy felt. He wasn't tearing into his mind or sifting through memories, but he was definitely picking up on every wavelength Naraal had to offer him. He could feel the rage, as his fists balled. The confusion from his words. The betrayal during a moment of reminiscence. The fear, and his curiosity of it. He could see through the brave feint the boy put up, and he found it amusing. "The dark side arranged this meeting. The Force willed you here to meet us. I am Suade, but you shall learn nothing more until meeting my master. I have told you my name, boy. Be polite. Sith or not, manners make a man."