He might hear Ibani's voice, still tight with anger. "That doesn't explain why YOU woke up all the spirits in this Temple. What was the point in stirring all of them up?"
"To bring you here," Kallig explains with a shrug. "I am still too weak to leave, but I knew if I made myself enough of a nuisance, you would eventually come. The Sith throw flesh endlessly at what they cannot control."
Ibani thinks of those they had to slay to get here, of all the slaves and soldiers slaughtered in the past few days. Force, if her Master hadn't needed to send her here the slaughter could have gone on for months, years! But that cost was, is, nothing to Lord Kallig. The only value other people have is in the value they have to HIM, and those who have died and could have died mean nothing to him at all.
"That was your best plan for contacting me?" Ibani asks, acidly. "Still, I suppose I'm here, now."
"But not for me," Kallig replies, tone faintly bemused. "You have come for an artifact I managed to wrest from Tulak Hord before my death."
"Yes," Ibani replies, slightly surprised at his knowledge. "I'm surprised he left it with you, considering....."
"That he killed me," Kallig finishes. "We were close, once. I called him friend, before he betrayed me. Do not make my mistake, flesh of my flesh. Beware your Master, beware your apprentice. Never be taken by surprise. Treachery is the Sith's endless game - and you must win it."
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"To bring you here," Kallig explains with a shrug. "I am still too weak to leave, but I knew if I made myself enough of a nuisance, you would eventually come. The Sith throw flesh endlessly at what they cannot control."
Ibani thinks of those they had to slay to get here, of all the slaves and soldiers slaughtered in the past few days. Force, if her Master hadn't needed to send her here the slaughter could have gone on for months, years! But that cost was, is, nothing to Lord Kallig. The only value other people have is in the value they have to HIM, and those who have died and could have died mean nothing to him at all.
"That was your best plan for contacting me?" Ibani asks, acidly. "Still, I suppose I'm here, now."
"But not for me," Kallig replies, tone faintly bemused. "You have come for an artifact I managed to wrest from Tulak Hord before my death."
"Yes," Ibani replies, slightly surprised at his knowledge. "I'm surprised he left it with you, considering....."
"That he killed me," Kallig finishes. "We were close, once. I called him friend, before he betrayed me. Do not make my mistake, flesh of my flesh. Beware your Master, beware your apprentice. Never be taken by surprise. Treachery is the Sith's endless game - and you must win it."