*Awe struck by the sight of the man that had been tortured Kylak couldn't help but stare. He knew what it was like to have to put everything you know into resisting pain, his race was a very determined and often overly stubborn people, but even he had to respect a man who kept cool under the circumstance of torture. His white hair was pulled back into a ponytail and braided as he awaited what fate may lie i wait for his welcoming. if that's what the tortured man had gone through, a welcoming, he didn't know if he wanted to do it. But still, the promise of going back home helped to fuel his want, even need for the powers the sith have promised him. His purple eyes looked around for who ever was to lead him from the room, or tell him to get into the cage.