[OOC] FanFic

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"You're not serious about going down there."

"I have to go down there, Alek."

"Look at that place!" Alek, his friend – he ignored the voice that whispered at him, telling him otherwise – gestured to the planet looming in the view-port. "There's nothing there, but... well, you can feel it! I know you can."

"And that is why I have to go." He stayed, unmoving at the view. Another lightening storm crept along the surface of the planet. "I have to see it." His tone – such a low whisper, such awe - betrayed him. Fanatic. Alek's reflection told him so.

A hand grabbed his shoulder. "What is happening to you?"

"Nothing," he snarled before he could stop himself. He twisted away from the hand, his hood falling away in the process, betraying even more.

Alex's gaze narrowed at him. So accusatory, so hypocritical. "It's the planet, isn't it? Look at you!"

He knew what he looked like. Like sleep had eluded him for days...weeks, even. Like something was tearing him apart from the inside, hollowing him out. They'd only been there for a day.

"We're leaving this place."

"No!" He grabbed Alek by the arm. "I'm... I'll be fine. I need to be here, Alek. I need to see."

"We can barely hold our position in orbit. This planet is dead. There is nothing there." Alek sighed, grabbing his shoulders to look him in the eye. "We move on to the next planet on the list. The Mandalorians--"

"It'll end here," he whispered, gripping Alek's sleeve, twisting the crimson fabric in his fingers. He no longer cared how he sounded.

Alek's gaze hardened and the fingers at his shoulders tightened. “You've foreseen it?”

"I'm not a Prophet. But I know." He pleaded, "Trust me, brother."

He would have it end no where else.