"Do pirates and theives typically wield the Dark Side of the Force as I did against your guards?" Evan answered calmly, seeming to glare at the woman now. "Pirates are not coordinated enough alone to get anything done, and a competent thief would steal something of more value from the Galactic Republic than a damn starfighter."
Evan stood up, making it clear now that he was a few inches taller than the woman. "To be branded as a member of the Republic is an insult to me." His fists clenched at his sides. His eyes stared through her soul like sharpened swords cutting through flesh. Sparks flew from his fists as hateful thoughts and broken dreams corroded young Evan's mind. "I would rather be Sith. I would rather be a scruffy nerf-herder, for goodness sake!"
At this point, Evan had begun to pace around his cell, as if speaking to himself now rather than the woman. "They tried to have me taken away to a cell just like this...for a crime I never commited. They betrayed me! They showed the faces they hide beneath masks of benevolence to me when they put two blaster bolts in the chest of a jedi master and blame the crime on ME!" Evan thrusted a fist in the air. A surge of energy echoed through the Force, like the thunder before the lightning in a storm.
Evan leaned forward with a hand on the wall, staring down at his boots, remembering he was still being watched. "Just going to stand and watch me? You must be eating my hatred up. That is what Sith crave, isn't it?" There was still anger in Evan's voice, but not directed at the woman.
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