Meta had been awaiting their master to begin the recording, it felt like it was lasting a millenia. His eyes were formidable in staring on the course of his master, but it felt as though the devils eyes were open him. His eyes darted to her then back to his masters, then back again, so on and so forth. 'What is she doing?' No,, hold on, what exactly are you doing threatening her? 'Last time I tried to be nice to a girl, we got a vibroblade to the back.' Yes I know, we have trouble issues but. Come on, we have to give her a chance... duuuude. 'No, it's much safer if she doesn't like me at all. I always disappoint when it comes to friends. There isn't really much point in us making friends. So I-' What? Make enemies instead? 'No, I just don't w-' Ok, well you've gone too far then haven't you? 'What do you mean?' I mean, LOOK AT THE COLD STARE OF DEATH SHE IS GIVING US MAN! Meta for once concentrated on her eyes. 'Ooooh, oh dear. That doesn't look very pleasant.' EXACTLY, so... try being nicer and try caring. Give it a shot! 'No.' Huh? Come on, we need to get over this! 'You're fully aware as much as I am that this whole things about friends doesn't work for us.' This will be different for u- 'Listen to me you wretch, last time I cared about someone. They turned on me and tried to turn me in to the Empire! And he was a jedi just like her, I can't expect this particular jedi do be any different from the rest! I will NEVER TRUST ANYONE AGAIN!' His inner voice had went silent, he had retreated into what ever part of Meta's brain consisted of a good human being, which unfortunately felt like there was very little. Meta soon realised how much anger was burning off him. But luckily, this time there were no tears. Meta fumbled for a reason to walk away from the two. "I am going to scout the perimeter." He said, his voice was struggling to maintain the cold attitude he had recently approached the situation with. Meta turned around and walked away from the two towards the two large doors that were half functioning and half open.
Plasma scoring on both, obvious signs of a battle. He rested his hand on the scared platting of the doors, then slipped through the door way to the other side. But, then he checked if either of the two were following him, they were not. Good, maybe he'd have a chance to use his Glaive. He was desperate, desperate to find anything he could inflict his pain and anger on. Then, walking he could find nothing. His irritance grew, his fists were clenched. He stopped himself. You are a jedi now. Let go of the anger, do it for us! Meta nodded and fell back on a wall, breathing heavily, deeply and slowly. He released his final breath like he was banishing the pain from his body. He pushed himself upright, and let out a long sigh of relief.
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