Outside of Milliway's: Atton is tortured by Sion.

((Dialogue for this post from the KOTOR II game; or rather, would have been if it had actually made it into the final game. Either way, the dialogue in this is not mine. It be Obsidian's.))

Atton eyed Darth Sion warily as he approached, lightsaber in hand but as of yet, unignited. He was smiling. He was smiling and it was wrong. Rotting lips, oozing thick red and black liquid from tiny scars stretched out into a big, broad grin, revealing rows of yellow, cracked teeth. It sent shivers down Atton’s spine.

Snap-hiss.

The smell of burning ozone filled the air and the hallway of the Trayus Academy was lit by a flickering red glow, originating from Sion’s lightsaber. The Sith Lord cocked his head slightly and spoke in a deep, raspy voice.

“And I get the fool.”

A mental attack, crude but powerful, crashed against the defences of Atton’s mind. Atton gritted his teeth slightly, tightening his defences and turning aside the attack with little difficulty. As Sion withdrew, shocked, Atton swung his face up to look him in the eye, displaying a madcap, idiotic grin.

“Funny,” He drawled. “That’s just what I was thinking.”

Sion lifted one hand, raising Atton into the air through the Force and holding him there. Moments later, his lightsaber was plunged into Atton’s arm, severing it from the rest of his body and sending a white hot, burning pain shooting through the rest of his body. Atton cried out, tears brought on by the pain stinging his eyes.

He felt himself drop to the ground and faintly heard Sion walking away. Away to find the Exile and stop her before she could do what she needed to do.

Atton wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Running away?” He called weakly at Sion’s back. Sion stopped, turning to face him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Nor I you,” Sion called back angrily, advancing on him and levitating him into the air. “I will remake you, so that when I look upon you it will be like a mirror. Then I will let you die.”

Atton relaxed, letting his head loll back. He could only hope that Sion’s ‘remaking’ would take enough time for the Exile to reach Kreia.

“There’s ... nothing worse you can do to me. Take your time.”

((And look; here be a soundfile of the event above. Much thanks to Obsidian for recording it and the people of the KOTOR II restoration project for digging it out and putting it on their site. I hope they don't mind me using it.))

Atton dies.

((Like the other post below, the dialogue for this was meant to be in the game, but ended up not being. Kudos to Obsidian for it.))

Darkness.

Alright, not complete darkness. Atton can vaguely see the twinkling of red light through the eye that remains, but it’s so blurred that it’s impossible to make out what it is. He tries to suppress the pain in every part of his body and fails. He lies there minutes, hours, it’s impossible to tell.

Eventually, though, somebody approaches. Sion? Kreia? Somebody crouches down besides him.

“Atton ...”

He knows that voice. The Exile.

“You’re ... alive,” He chokes out. “Did ... I ... save you yet?” He cranes his head, trying to focus his vision. After a while he manages to see past the blur, to her face, and the horrified expression on it.

“Your eyes ...” He arches an eyebrow, giving her a small smile. “That bad, huh? I always was ugly ... now the outside matches.”

He lets himself lean back.
“Was waiting for this, but ... s’not fair ... let you down.”

“Shh ... you’ve lost a lot of blood.” The Exile says. Atton almost laughs. He knows he’s dying, she knows he’s dying, why is she bothered about his blood?

“Was s’posed to save you. S’tired of living anyway ... too many deaths ...” He winced as pain shot through his body, his heart convulsing and slowing. “Never told you. Lied to you ...” He chuckles to himself.

“I think we were all supposed to save each other ... Visas, the Handmaiden, Kreia. And you, Atton.”

Atton grimaces. This isn’t how he wants to be remembered, a one-armed, one-legged, one-eyed cripple in his death throes.
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” He says with renewed determination. “I don’t want to die in front of you. Can’t bear it.”

She doesn’t move.

“Loved you from the moment I first saw you,” He says grimly. “Thought you were a dream ... meant every word ... tried to play it off as a joke ...” He takes a moment to breath before adding as clarification. “Wasn’t funny.”

“No,” The Exile says firmly. “I will stay with you when the end comes.” She won’t have to wait long. Atton can feel every fibre of his being crying out for release. He laughs, an awful, dry, hacking laugh.

“Hurts when I laugh. Hurts ... you ... saved me ... joke’s on me.” He laughs again, and convulses slightly, the pain wracking his body suddenly flaring into overdrive.

“Hurts when I laugh. Hurts ...”

He can’t hold on any longer. He closes his eyes, smiles and dies.

((Also like the other one; have a soundfile of it. Much thanks to the people at the KOTOR II Restoration project and to Obsidian. I hope you don't mind me using this.))