He couldn’t stop his laughing. He had done it, he had done it and lived. A feat in itself and he was proud of it. Successfully entering a Sith’s mind with their leave and routing about it, digging up every piece of their memory and knowledge, and coming out whole. He clapped his hands as he sat in his medbay. He so loved when others underestimated him, this would show them to not do so again. Just because he was no Sith or Jedi did not mean he was a trivial bug. No, quite the opposite, he was something to be just as feared and respected. Slowly… Slowly they all would learn that. Thin lips kept in a genuine smile of victory as his droid looked over his vitals and analyzed him. The Patriarch was not please, but he was not worried. He had lost control today, the Darth did not enjoy losing control. Just as any Sith he craved power over his underlings. But he feared them… He was scared of what they could do if not beaten down into submission. The Watcher did what he should have done. He tricked the Sith mentally, out witted her, wits, not force, won battles.
The Watcher would give him reason to fear. He would be the reason for his paranoia. His head fell back against the cushion and closed is eyes, hands coming up to thread behind to interlace his fingers and rest atop them comfortably. It was time to come up wit a contingency plan. If the Patriarch indeed lost his black mind and attempted to eliminate him he would need a way to escape. Or a reason to live. That was a thought… He had plenty of knowledge on the Patriarch’s doings, which was the reason he couldn’t go back to the Intelligence. Oh how he loved games of the mind. If anyone were to live, it would be him.
He gave a purr of delight as the droid pumped in a heavy dosage of painkillers and muscle relaxants. He felt his muscles go soft, as if melting into the bed. His mind still rolled on at a slow steady pace while is body went limp. His mind was becoming quite the crossroads. Not quite what he wanted, between the Chameleon’s willing bridge and sharing of emotion and now the Witch’s fragmented memory floating in his… He was never alone. He would have to erect mental defense to block them out if he needed. The Witch was amusing, he knew she hated him, lust was just a front to hide the burning loathing for him she had. Even now she underestimated him, did not take is threats of killing her seriously if she spoke of what she found in his head. But he would. He would kill her.
So for now he would let her lust and flaunt before him. He knew the motives, he had violated her mind, he had done the unthinkable and penetrated her defenses. Any other emotion other tan hate would be a surprise. He smiled widely again at the thought.
He was stronger than any of them would ever understand.