A voice speak, familiar, and its source not far off: Gorgug, who seems to have found himself in this space with the cottage, standing still after speaking out her name. He does take a few tentative steps forward, but without approaching either of the pair, glancing between them.
There are better questions to ask, better actions to surely take, but something about this moment, the twisted dark energy of it...
Shadowy Haunts
A voice speak, familiar, and its source not far off: Gorgug, who seems to have found himself in this space with the cottage, standing still after speaking out her name. He does take a few tentative steps forward, but without approaching either of the pair, glancing between them.
There are better questions to ask, better actions to surely take, but something about this moment, the twisted dark energy of it...
"What are you afraid of?" He asks--a question that either of them could answer. A piece of Im'mari lurking underneath his skin; a potential aid to the dark Padmé, if he can't keep his thoughts straight.