Darth Marr was sitting inside his office as his holopad started beeping.

He picked it up and checked it.

As he read what it said, he almost let a laugh escape his lips.

What was on it was the information about what exactly Cathal had been doing all this time.

Everything from when he forced the officers to ignore him, to when he crushed 40+ people in a second.

But what he read after that surprised him a bit.

[Cathal has been taken to a nearby hospital by a Jedi Knight after having collapsed in the middle of the woods.]

'Is this some kind of plan by him, or has the Jedi already found him? Either way, I need to make sure.'

He tapped a button on his desk and in just a few moments, a masked man in a black uniform showed up.

He bowed to Darth Marr and stood silent.

"Go to Quesh and make sure Cathal does not fall in Jedi hands. But don’t interfere otherwise."

Darth Marr said as he waved him out.

The man turned around after bowing and walked out.

As he was on his way out, he was gritting his teeth almost to their limit and his fists were closed so hard that his nails were drawing blood.

Darth Marr looked up from his holopad for a second and mused.

'I wonder if he is going to try something.'

He knew that something was wrong with the Sith he called, and wanted to use that.

Darth Marr was using it to test Cathal’s progress, and to test the Sith’s loyalty.

If he could not control his hatred, he had nowhere to be close to Darth Marr.

'Very well. Let’s just wait and see.'

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"Master, why did we save this boy? He clearly looks evil."

A boy around 13 years old asked the Togruta standing next to him.

The boy had a plain brown robe, and a lightsaber strapped to his belt.

The Togruta next to him was completely different.

She had red skin and white and blue montrals.

Her robe was also a plain dark brown robe with a lightsaber attached to the belt.

She looked at the teen laying on a hard bed in front, then back to the boy who asked her a question.

"Padawan, do you know what scars usually represent?"

She asked as she stared at her padawan.

"Yes, master, scars usually mean either trauma or near-death experiences. Why do you ask, Master?"

"Then, padawan, how long do you think it would have taken to get 542 surface scars, 336 deep scars, and 211 deadly scars?"

The padawan was confused.

He stared at his master for a while, then answered with hesitation.

"I need to do some calculations. Give me a second."

"Go ahead."

After a while, the boy looked up at his master again and spoke.

"It would take somewhere around 30 to 45 years."

After answering, he asked another question to his master.

"But master, why did you ask that? That had nothing to do with my question."

The Togruta smiled at her padawan and patted his head.

"Then, if you had all those at 16 years old, what do you think would have happened?"

"I would either be dead or completely broken."

After answering this, his eyes widened and his head swung to the teen in the bed, and then back to his master.

As if knowing what he was going to ask, she started moving.

She went up to the teen and used to force to lift the quilt a top of him.

what was underneath made the padawan speechless.

The teen, just a couple of years older than him, was fully covered in scars and healed wounds.

His entire body was about 60% scars.

The padawan looked back at his master with his eyes wide open.

That’s when the Togruta spoke up again.

"Can you say honestly that you would not have fallen to the dark side after all that?"

She questioned him, staring into his eyes.

The boy hesitated a bit before answering.

"No."

"Right, if anything, that boy is the most tragic thing I have ever witnessed. In all my life as a Jedi, I have seen terrible things, but this has got to be the worst."

The padawan stayed silent, but after listening to his master’s next words, his soul almost jumped out of his body.

"Why don’t you sit up, dear child?"

She asked as nicely as possible with a sweet voice.

Only after a couple of minutes did something happen.

Cathal raised his back off the bed and stared at the duo with completely empty eyes.

After a couple of seconds, his eyes started coming back.

His pristine, glowing golden eyes stared into the soul of the padawan.

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Sup author here!

Just a quick update.

I am incredibly sick…

Like I can’t sleep for more than 2-3 hours each night.

I also have 39 degree fever…

I hate it here!

Anyway, here is the chapter promised.

I will try my best to get a new chapter up till Sunday, as usual.

But if I get worse, I might need to hold off on that.

Anyway, I decided against a nerf.

I will try to do with what I have now, and if in the later chapters it becomes some sort of wish fullfillmet, then I will end it there.

That will not happen within at least 50 chapters, and hope not then either.

I’m planning on writing a kind of Wish fulfillment novel after this one, as I enjoy reading them a bit.

…

Anyway, I need to try to sleep and take more meds.

Have a good one.