This was the sands of Tatooine, where people died, every, single day. Sin was on the hunt for a czar, these mighty anti force soldiers. He opened himself into the force, boiling his anger, and festering his pain. He knew how to perfectly syncopate with his connection, and with it, he'd kill the Czar, the Sith and all who stand in his way. He did not speak, he barely breathed each second mattered.