[center]~| Day 2, 13:29- 13:32 GST|~
~| Xid|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex within the Bunker Room B|~[/center]

Xid had just finished getting his trousers on- his tunic forgotten since the material was too damp to put on without risk getting ill-when he heard a sound. Someone  was entering the bunker, their eyes making his neck hairs raised on end and created a tingling sensation across his flesh. His fingers tightened in reaction as he assumed a new Sith had chosen him to be their newest plaything. The thought brought a depression to his focus before he shoved it to the side, trying to prevent it from stirring unwanted feelings and braced for the worst. In the back of his mind he was hopeful it was merely another Jedi checking up on his well being through he didn’t have a single, plausible excuse to give. 

Saying it was a nightmare sounded rather weak for a Knight who went through the trials and made it, if barely, into the next stage. Sela, his heart pounded hard against his chest, would’ve been disappointed in his reaction even in this setting. 

Slowly inhaling, Xid turned to face the person who had entered his space. All color dropped from his skin and sweat chilled him to the bone, his eyes widen in shock to see a ghost from his past materialize into his worst nightmare. Talija. For a moment, he thought his hand wouldn’t grip the frame hard enough to prevent him falling face down upon the ground as he just stared at her. A knot in his chest coiled more and more inside him, seeming bent on cutting off any air within his lungs, giving him an unlimited sense of time to absorb her image. Her blue hair, white skin, pointed ears, and reassuring smile were all genuinely her. There was doubt she was actually here and pain and guilt twisted within his mind at those undeniable facts, through her being her wasn’t his fault he still felt responsible for it. Like being connected to him was enough for his rotten feelings.   

When she spoke, his mind snapped into place. “It’s been what, three years hasn’t it? What are you doing here?” 

Xid hadn’t bothered to cover up his scars, mostly light and many new to Talija’s memory. He hadn’t even considered what she would think about his navel scar as he was distracted. Or the most recent which was discoloring his ribs and making him flinch with each step toward her. His hand held tightly to the frame in hopes to hid his weakness.