He sat with her words for a moment. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. She wasn’t a Sith yet she stayed with them, hoping to bring them back. If anything, it shows how dangerous the dark side really was. Perhaps she was an anomaly, or her strength let her stay away from falling to the sith. Or--and this this thought was more painful--perhaps she was just trying to deceive him. To what end, he wasn’t sure.<br/><br/>He said something that his training had forced him to say, and he said it without much thought. “Dark, Grey--anyone who skirts with the darkside is an enemy of the Jedi.” He paused, wishing he hadn’t said it. Still, he was a Jedi through and through. Her final words, however, were what struck him the most. She wanted him to fight for her to stay? She was the one that wanted him to leave, to escape from the Jedi, everything he had ever known. He was hurt that she would even ask, that she would even consider using the dark side.<br/><br/>Debris began falling, but he had to say what he needed to say as emotions, something he wasn’t used to, welled up inside of him. “I don’t know anything but the Jedi. The light side. You threatened everything I knew. I wanted to fight for you to stay--but you were gone.” A chunk of debris fell nearby, and he looked towards Asha as it was about to hit. He reached out with the force, but Aeris was already out with her hand, and pushed the piece away. Perhaps--she was good.<br/><br/>He didn’t hesitate any longer, and knew this temple was done for. Even Sheik and the other Sith had stopped fighting, looking around. Sheik looked at Dren and began running towards him. Sheik looked up and then to Dren. “Look out!” he screamed.<br/><br/>Dren looked up, and a massive piece of ceiling, jagged and sharp, was careening towards Dren and Aeris. Dren looked at Aeris, who was in the epicenter of it. He felt another flood of emotions. He turned off his lightsaber, ran to her, grabbed her and jumped--<br/><br/>The next few moments were hard for Dren to remember as everything was just dust, and he couldn’t make sense of up and down. As far as he could tell, he was hit by another, smaller debris in his gut, which made him and Aeris hit the ground. Unfortunately, thanks to the massive piece of ceiling, the ground had buckled and broken just like the ceiling, and they ended up falling with the ground--down and deep below the temple. Level after level broke and crushed with the weight of the ceiling piece they seemed tethered to.<br/><br/>He could feel the ground, the real one, rushing up to them. So in a last minute instinct, he grabbed onto Aeris, and pushed out with the force to cushion their fall. It still hurt though as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He felt a piece of rock hit him, and he pushed up with the force, making a bubble around them to stop any other rocks from hitting them.<br/><br/>It was dark. Above them, for what seemed to be too many stories high, was a touch of sunlight from the top temple. He could still hear the rumbling, and pieces of rock still rained down on them. Yet, as his eyes adjusted, he could see the light glow of the veins of red from the tunnels he knew. The dark side was strong in this place, even deep in the bowels of the temple it was there.<br/><br/>He kept his hands out, pushing forward, and turned to Aeris. He could hardly see her, and didn’t know if she was okay. He feared the worst. “Are you hurt?” he asked, hoping for a response back.