Tatin was in the refresher, savoring the euphoric feel of his regeneration when he felt a pop. It was a small thing, barely noticeable to most individuals. But when your very being was centered around your physicality, your ability to project power unto others, it was like the sound of plasma grenade going off. He looked down through the steam induced haze of the refresher and frowned. He moved his knee up and down, lifting his leg. He grit his teeth suddenly, not from pain of a physical kind, Aurelia's skill was too great for that, but the ligaments there felt different. No, correction, not different, there was a familiarity to the feeling. And suddenly Tatin knew, as the feeling spread through out his body.<br/><br/>He was not the same he had been 5 minutes ago, when he felt as a God made flesh, as if he could take on a hundred Jedi at once. He felt back to normal, back to his usual self with only the barest of improvement. Tatin felt his rage boiling, grit his teeth and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. He had had a taste, not of perfection, but a massive improvement of himself and it was gone. He craved it, needed to feel as he just had, but that would not be forthcoming.<br/><br/>He felt sick to his stomach as he redressed himself, amazed that his clothing had come out of his abuse at Aurelia's hands so well. A tear here, a rip there, it was still quite suitable for his purposes. He robed himself again and went back to his bunk, to centered on his thoughts to notice the obscene amount of nutrient bars he wolfed down as he laid on his cot, waiting for their descent.