"I'm not an idiot," the Sith hissed back, waving the vaccine off with an angry gesture. Of course, the argument would have been more convincing if it hadn't been his miscalculation that brought the rakghouls on them in the first place, but Sith were proud creatures, and pride came before a fall; his awareness of that fact did not make it sting any less. He sat down regardless, too exhausted to stand, and drew a ragged breath, his hand going unbidden to gingerly touch the wounds on his face and neck, assessing the damage. That stung, too, making him wince and hiss again, angry at himself for such an open display of weakness.<br/><br/>Now that the lightning had died down, the cavern had only the faint light of the phosphorescent plants and fungi lining its walls, and while Johte's cybernetics allowed him to see quite clearly, Procion's eyes strained to read the Jedi's expression and intent. They never left him. There was a moment of tense, uncertain silence, before the Sith sighed, letting his shoulders relax and hands fall back into his lap.<br/><br/>"Now what?" he asked with a tone of irritable weariness. "Do we duke it out to decide who gets to try his luck against the ghouls alone, or are you willing to make a deal?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>