Lilandra stared at the slumbering Cathar in front of her, and could not understand what had possessed her to spare his life. She had found him broken and bleeding on the outskirts of the nearby city, and for some reason, felt compelled to bring him back to her bunker.
It could not have been compassion, could it? She had left that emotion behind when she learned what the Order had done to her lover. If it was resurfacing, that could prove to be problematic. At the very least, the emotion could seriously compromise her plans. Perhaps it would be best to simply kill the Cathar right now, quash the emotion before it had a chance to gain any traction.
She stood abruptly, crossed her right hand to the hilt of her lightsaber, fully intending to murder the Cathar right then and there, and paused.
Was it pity? Surely not; pity was hardly better than compassion. Pity, too, could ruin her plans; stay her hand at a critical moment. She had no room for that, best to be rid of the creature now.
Perhaps it was curiosity. She could sense the conflict within him. The darkness radiating from him, the raw emotion, told her he was Sith, or at least the former apprentice to a Sith. But she could also sense some sort of… light, for lack of a better word, buried deep inside him. The darkness was in control, of that much she was certain, but she also knew that its control was not absolute.
Yes, it had to be curiosity. She had no illusions that the encounter she had set into motion today would reach the desired result; it was merely the first step down a long path. And perhaps by studying the conflict within this hulking young Cathar, she could better understand the difference between anger and peace, rage and calm. An understanding that might prove valuable in coaxing her lover down the path of the Dark Side.