Zeta's gaze immediately fell upon Chaos as the Sith came to greet him.
"No need for formalities, Chaos, I know who you are."
He did not ask Chaos who had sent him; it was not his business.
It seemed many of the Sith were coming upon him on this day, not being able to know of his true intentions. Easily this was made so in the way that the Zabrak stood, simply taking up space.
True, he'd broken a rule, coming upon the land when he was forbidden to do so. He had yet to figure out why, he'd been of no threat to anyone when he had first set foot onto The Dark Circle to investigate the new breed of Sith, all of which he noticed, lacked any sort of respect for him, including Malice.
He remembered when he had come to Hethrir's lounge, how quite a few of the Sith had talked down to him, as if he were nothing.
Blinded by greed and power, all of them... Foolish Sith.
As for Malice... The Lord could not have helped but not suppress his feelings toward Malice. Malice had just... walked away. His loyalty... vanished.
He'd simply wanted answers, and he had gained none. What he had gained was insolence.
These new breed of Sith... treated him as if he knew nothing, as if he were nothing.
... And in turn he was supposed to give them his respect? Not likely...
... To give respect was to earn respect. He could not give his if he had not earned theirs', obviously.
The Dark Circle had much to learn... much to learn.
