Zerxes grinned a hitn of malice in his smile.

"Ahh, but my overconfidence helped me defeat my brother. My dear, you must give into your anger. Did you ntoice that no one back there tried to save you? You have no friends. No one will come and rescue you."

He smirked and gently rubbed her forehead. She was rather pretty and would make a good Sith. He could feel the potential in her. Could feel the darkness inside this girl. Could feel her hatred.

"You must let your anger and hate for me go. Let it control you. Then you will come to me and the dark side."

ARRRRRG! He seemed to be repeating the same things over and over again, like a broken message-recorder.

Raven got up out of his lap, and stormed out of the room, finding herself not caring which direction she was headed. It wouldn't have made too much of a difference, anyways. She couldn't leave, so what's the point of knowing where everything is on the blasted ship?

Raven once again punched a bulkhead, hating the fact he was having an effect on her.

"I may have few friends, but they're loyal. Once the dust clears back there, they'll come and find me. His persuasion skills need a ton of work. I doubt they've change the style,or the method in years!"

Raven nailed the wall one more time in frustration, wanting, more than anything to get away from the annoying sith. She didn't know how long she'd be able to hold out against him.

Zerxes smiled and followed her after a bit. HEr anger was beginning to take hold over her and that was good. Maybe she would come to the dark side.

"Your anger is not against me or the ship. Your anger is against your friends and the ones that did not save you. They are insolent and undeserving of you."

He took her by the shoulders and squeezed, hard. He was trying to anger her more. The more anger she had the easier the dark side would come to her. The easier it would for her to slip.

"Those people back there will never come for you. None of them care that you are gone. They have no emotion for you and do not shed a tear over the loss of you."

Instead of the anger he was hoping for, Raven winced at the strength that his hands had on her shoulders, and echoed by the throbbing of her fist. Her gaze to the affected hand only made her wince even further.

Raven hadn't even realized, until that point the severity of the punishment she gave to the confining walls of the ship, seeing the flesh as the knuckles torn up, the most recent blow re-opening cuts from the previous blows.

She didn't like what she saw. Raven shook the sith off, and stormed down the hall again, only to find it a dead end. She nearly slammed the wall again, only to remember the aching knuckles, and instead her fingers shakily touched the wall instead.

No, they can't. They have to come for me. They have to...

Raven turned her back to the wall, only to slide down to the floor. She imediately wrapped her arms around her bend knees, burrying her face. There was a slim chance that the sith was right, but she couldn't give up hope yet. Not this soon.

All she could do at this point was burst into tears.

That sith can't be right.... can he?

Zerxes smiled and followed after her. She made it to a dead end and fell to the ground. Smiling, Zerxes knelt down to eye level with her. He was having fun.

"YOu see, my dear. Where I am taking you, no one will ever find you. Even if they want too. WHich unfortunately for you they do not. They do not care that you are gone."

He passed her a datapad with a screenshot saved on it that he had had the ships techs work on. He activated it and the image of Tobal took up the screen. He was speaking to someone off the screen.

"WHo cares if she is gone. She was a useless little twit anyway. Got herself captured by a Sith.

"You see? They do not care about you."

Raven blinked, not too entirely sure of what the sith was implying by the image on the datapad.

Just the same, he hit the replay button, and the words once again repeated themselves.

Okay, looks like him, and sounds like him.

Raven frowned, gently grabbing the datapad again, replaying the words again.

"No. You've gotta be kidding." Raven murmured, shaking her head. She noticed his smile grow wider in reaction.

Her fingers tightened against the datapad, and she shut it off, not wanting to hear it speak to her anymore.

"If it's true, then why did he bother bringing me along?" Raven asked, once again her eyes blazing at the sith.

"Well? Any thoughts? You seem to have plenty of them to spare."

Raven was definately treading on thin ice, that same ice cracking as she walked along. If Tobal had seen her when she purposely set off the explosion, then maybe it was enough? Her feverent grip on that hope was slipping, and she struggled to cling to that hope. She hoped that what the sith was saying was a lie.

Zerxes laughed.

"He brought you so that he could be rid of you. He had hoped you would die. He had no intent of you living through the mission."

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He smiled maliciously as he prepared to speak again. These words were hurting her he could see.

"They have no care for you. You are nothing to them except a slow down. They feel no remorse at your loss. They're glad I took you out of their hair."

Raven had enough. Of her life, that mission, the sith, everything. All the things he told her had taken their toll, and she closed her eyes to shut it all out. Of course, it hadn't helped her any, for those damned words from the datapad still echoed in her ears.

Raven hadn't known Tobal very well, but she had originally believed that he was a person to be trusted. Maybe it was all a mask to hide his contempt?

Her eyes opened again, her fingers recalling that she had a datapad in her hands.

The thin ice had cracked completely through, and Raven just let the sith have it, smashing the datapad as hard as she could the side of his head, satisfied to see the datapad shatter into pieces.

"You bloody @#%$." she hissed at him.

Zerxes wiped the blood from the side of his head. Looking at his hand, he licked it a bit to taste it. He then smeared it on her face before smacking her with the back of his palm.

"You will not touch me, girl. Or I will hurt you even worse."

He stood and grabbed her by the shoulders. Hoisting her up he drug her unwillingly back into the launge where he sat her in a chair. Smirking, he went back to his telling.

"They hate you. Don't you see it? Give in, girl. Give in."

Raven hated being handled like she was some insignificant little girl. She detested it while she was still little girl back home on Naboo, lead around sometimes like a ragdoll. That was one of the main reasons she hated being a princess in the first place.

Raven touched her stinging face, only to find that it was still warm from the contact, hearing the threats and continued nagging from the sith.

Raven sprung up from her seat, tempted to rebel against the threat that he informed her of, but held back. Her own face was extremely close to his own, her hands clenched in fists.

Good gods, she had enough with it all already. All that she knew was that her perceptions about everything had shattered. Maybe they all hated her? Perhaps they did, even a little? Did it matter? Not anymore.

"Why does it matter to you?" she asked, snorting indignantly.