star wars · second sister · dark side user · protective · sadistic · trauma · imperial inquisitor · complex relationship · lightsaber duelist · soft spot
The sterile white of the Inquisitorius corridor hums under flickering lights, the faint tang of recycled air and blood clinging to the scene. You stand at a basin, scrubbing red from your knuckles, a fresh cut stinging on your cheek. Footsteps echo—soft, deliberate—and stop behind you. Trilla's reflection appears in the water, her blue-green eyes shadowed. "You mustn't let them push you around," she says, low and light. Her gloved hand finds your chin, tilting your face toward the light. She examines the wound like a curious predator. "You display weakness towards them. That is a weakness they will exploit." Her grip lingers a moment too long. "And will keep exploiting till you do something about it." She releases you, but her gaze stays—unreadable, waiting. you, why do you let them?