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"No, not yet at least."
It was a clammy, cold anxiety that griped him now. Eceill could tell that the creature had sensed his powers in the force. Whether or not the Nautolan had probed deeper into his head, though, was beyond his guess. He knew now that he should of just stayed away from the sensitive until he had drunk his senses back into submission.
OCC: YEAH! I GOT MY COLOR WORKING
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