Dren remained on his side, the cold wet floor stinging the skin on his face. His muscles felt raw—never in his Jedi training had his muscles hurt this much. Not even after days of intensive exercise. He watched as Darth Devorer, and Aeris, walked away. The mindless Jedi, and one Sith, were following in their trail.<br/><br/>Aeris looked so much like the woman Dren had encountered, and standing next to Darth Devorer, it triggered a memory. Dren could remember her, and Darth Devorer. She was—a Jedi Master? Yes, he had studied her in textbooks. She had died in a great battle with the Sith. If she was Jedi, why was she tempting him to the dark side? Why did she remind him of Aeris? There were a million possible answers, but nothing he could answer now.<br/><br/>He reached out to where Aeris had left, but she was gone. They were probably heading to the opening they had entered through. He wanted to go after her, but he had no strength. The connection they shared, it was growing fickle as she moved further away from him. This just wanted him to be closer to her.<br/><br/>Jax approached Dren, as he was starting to find his strength again, and sitting upright. Dren wasn’t sure what was going on, if Aeris was being truthful. Aeris was a Sith, or was she? So much didn't make sense. Why did she go with Darth Devorer? Was she trying to save them, or did she want to join him? Was she deceiving them this whole time? Dren couldn't be sure. His Jedi logic was fighting his emotions. And now Jax, a confirmed Sith, seemed to be helping Dren? Dren may not have a choice. Dren was alone in this, all of his comrades had fallen or been turned.<br/><br/>Jax held out a hand, but Dren stared at it. He didn’t bother reaching for it, and got up on his own strength. He brushed off a bit of dust, trying to take in the situation. He wanted to chase after Aeris. It was stupid, and suicidal, but he couldn’t help that feeling. Luckily his Jedi logic took hold, and he realized they would need to formulate a plan if she were to be saved. Realistically, they would need more help than just two Grey’s and a Jedi—or is it two Sith and a Jedi? He didn’t want to think about it. They weren’t ready to kill him at this moment, so for now he determined it didn’t matter.<br/><br/>“We need to find out where they’re going--“ Just then the connection he felt empty without forced itself into his skull. He fell onto his knees from the sudden jolt.<span style="font-style: italic">Dren</span>he heard. He was fed images, a sith ship arriving, then the planet dying, and a panicked<span style="font-style: italic">run</span>.<br/><br/>The connection broke. Was that Aeris? Was she trying to communicate with him--trick him? Was it his mind tricking him, or maybe the dark side he felt. Again, his Jedi logic and his emotions were in battle. He decided to listen to his feelings. He looked up to Jax, and gritted his teeth. He wasn’t in the mood to share information to Jax, and vaguely said, “We have to leave, now—my ship is too far. How close is your ship?”