Mantis nodded, gray eyes boring into blue. And then: flashes of memory, dark and twisted and terrifying. A macabre version of Exar Kun's temple on Yavin IV, its passageways twisting and dark; feet pounding, breath short and sharp and exhausted, as if his real body were present; that voice, all around him--
You can't hide, you know; you can't even run. I've spent four-thousand years learning this purgatory. You're mine, mine, mine.
--And long fingers gripping his arms (adult, but still so small in those broad hands), throwing him into the wall. Catching himself, but barely, feeling the bruises blossom as if this were real.. A body against his back, trapping him, a hand yanking his head back by the hair and gold-ringed crimson eyes staring down into his, the look in them inhuman--
I'm going to break you, Luke.
--Fingers against his throat, almost a caress if not for the slow tightening--
You're going to scream and scream. Here, for eternity. They won't save you; you're worthless. You know that.
--Teeth against his ear, the voice soft and sinister--
Let's play, shall we?
Abruptly, the vision ended, leaving them alone in Mantis' room again, with Luke quieter and Mantis' gaze flickering away.