His face pinched into a frown. He had prepared this for her, a test of her will, and a gateway into something darker, and she failed to truly grasp the magnitude of what she faced. She hid behind a wall, perhaps of her own creation, afraid of why lay on the other side. No, not afraid. Rather content with what little she had. Her lack of ambition put her at odds with the rest of the Sith Order. All of whom were power or knowledge hungry, and lusted after the material and immaterial riches they would bring. Most are the former, and Ezra was the rare breed that craved only knowledge.

Razadi seemed to lack any ambition or direction at all. That would have to change.

Stepping backwards, he turned and faced her, his face returning to an impassive mask. "Come. I will show you what you are too blind to see." Laying a gloved hand against the back of her shoulder, he escorted her down the ramp to the operating floor, passing several of the operating tables until they came to a stop in front of a particular one. A young man. His curly hair had been shaved away and his skin had taken on a yellow hue. Black splotches dotted his flesh along with scars and scabs of previous harvesting points. His body jerked and pulled at his restraints. An impassive mask covered his face, blinding and deafening, but if you listened hard enough you could hear the muted screaming beneath over the sound of the machinery.

"This is Wart. He became the new Yoda after the former one was recruited into our academy. This is what he feels."

As he spoke he had been removing the gloves from his hands. Without further word or permission, Ezra placed one hand on the teenager's waxy forehead and the other on Razadi's temple. With his knowledge of Sith Healing he focused on the pain, manipulating the anguish to strengthen his connection to the darkside, and then in turn transmit the sensation to Razadi. It was not a telepathic link, but rather a transfer of the pain from Wart's nervous system into that of Razadi. That ripping, tearing sensation as a machine slowly eats the flesh from your abdomen. The crippling isolation. The dooming knowledge that this had been going on for some time, and would continue with no chance of salvation. To Ezra, as the conduit, he felt it all too, but briefly. A hot flash.

It was terrible.