-Crucius smiles and briefly laughs- Truth enlightens you!
Yes Janus, fight, make those whom harmed you suffer tenfold. Bring death to those that deserve to die. Embrace you hate, your rage, pain, suffering…but most importantly your love. The love for your crew, my love for my family will never die. The galaxy deserves to burn for denying us what we loved. It will feel our pain. Let that pain drive you, never let it go numb, do not release your anger, do not let weakness fill you, do not stop until all responsible and all who would contniue to cause such suffering are gone.
-Crucius extends a hand towards the A.I-
Assist me in my struggle, to rid my galaxy of the Jedi, to bring down this Senate. Aid me in seeing this galaxy ruled by those unafraid to act in defense of its people, unafraid to respond to threat with unstoppable force. Join me, and the Sith, and we will see to it that the murderers of your crew of your galaxy expierences the same freedom that we shall create here.
The android stared at the hand extended to him, internally calculating the weight of the man’s words against what he knew to be true.
He didn’t know much about the society of this galaxy, but from what he’d seen it appeared that the Zabrak’s words were true. The Jedi repressed emotion and love, he knew this through Qui-Gon. Speaking of Qui-Gon, though, what would he say if he found out that Janus was affiliating with what he now knew to be the Sith? An organization that so openly hated everything his Padawan friend was a part of?
He decided that it would be best if Qui-Gon didn’t know.
“I will…give it a shot,” he said finally, grasping the other man’s hand in his own. ”But that is all I can say. Time will tell if this is what I am meant for. If it isn’t, I reserve the right to leave.”