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More and more details came into Whisp's awareness the more his head cleared. He could feel the coldness around him, the dark walls and faces in the room. Mor especially added into this sensation. He hated this place already, and wanted to leave. His arms were wrapped around himself as he felt cold, and weak still.

He heard the Sith reports about rakguls and other force users but he hardly paid attention. Internally he was concentrating on the force around him, and within himself. With his eyes closed he steadied his breathing and pulsed his own Force energy. The connection within him burned aittle brighter and some warmth came into his flesh.

His own presence could now be felt in the room, a grey shifting energy just trying to hold its own against the strong aura of the Dark Side.

Only after Mor adressed him did Whisp look up at the Sith Lord, hearing his command. At this point Whisp was confused and alone, so the smartest thing to do now would be to submit for the time being.

"Sure, whatever. But I won't be of much help as I am." Whisp to the observer was a shivering exhausted mess, who could hardly stand. He would need rest, probably training to get back into shape, and equipment to help him do whatever it was that the dark lord wanted. It had also just occurred to him that no introductions had taken place.

"Call me Whisp..." His voice got quieter and fainter as he mentioned his name, shy to mention it to a complete stranger let alone a being like this.