Knight's Trials [Molari Jayd] (Part Four)

You should go to the Temple, Ari a voice tauntingly whispered over his shoulder. But if you do... another countered,they won't let you go again. Trapped. Caged like an animal... dangerous...

After Bob's capture their tight-knit little group had been requested to remain for twenty-four hours to ensure that whatever Bob had spread to the enclave did not infect them. While Bob had been kept sedated and transported to who-knew-where, Molari and his sudden comrades had been moved to a medical facility and kept under observation.

He kept scrubbing his face, using his self-control to iron-will repress the waves of nausea and headaches which had started a few hours into their time. Molari had counted on the occupation of his fellows to avoid a further discussion of his own health, hood studiously drawn up to completely shadow his face. He forced himself into meditation, locking himself in his mind to remain calm. Because just beyond the room he could see her and he knew she was dead...

But the dream - was it a dream? - had been so real. He should've touched her but then he recalled picking up her body before she'd told him to reach the console - it'd been so real...

Molari wished for one of his normal visors as he scrubbed his face again, knowing his eyes were discolored and edging to bloodshot. If he'd had one of his visors then he wouldn't have so much visibly wrong; the nagging feelings threw him out of his meditation, the Knight rocking before he climbed to his feet.

"We're prepared to release you, once we have a blood sample-" the medic said from the other side of the sealed door. The Knight had to stop himself from moving as his fingers had curled, teeth bared, at the sudden interruption of his tumbled thoughts.

Blood. He blinked, hand falling to the pommel of his lightsaber as a ghost of something else superimposed itself over the medic but Molari continued to hold himself still.

Dangerous-
Caged-
Flee-
Run-
Screams-
Blood-

As the group slowly was released Molari lined up and let them run his blood through the check. Maybe it was because it was only checking against the infection Bob had - but whatever the reason Molari was waved to leave, thanked for his patience and understanding, and offered transport back to his ship. As soon as he hit the boarding camp of his Defender the Knight's fragile control fractured, Molari keying in the security sequence more than once as a hand went to his head and he swore.

Ari, you should go home.

"Where," he growled, nails dragging down the doorframe he was standing and leaning against. The voice didn't answer him though and the Knight wavered, nostrils flaring as he inhaled. He could almost hear footsteps behind him stomping up the ramp, boarding his ship and he whirled, saber drawn.