Almost as soon as he hears the door close, Garth'zel lets the Dark Side have free rein, shattering the delicate insides of assorted machinery. He blindly senses the frame for the block of carbonite he had been encased in for so long, and forms a tight telekinetic grip on it to smash it against a wall repeatedly until it was thoroughly destroyed with a deep dent left in the wall to mark what happened, as if the twisted remains left laying on the floor wasn't clue enough.

His rage spent, he rocks back in a seated position, covering his face with his hands and weeping bitterly for all he had lost. For Ashara, who could be considered his better half; Lana, who had a loyalty that was rare among the Sith and whose advice he trusted; Theron Shan, who he met through unlikely circumstances and has come to value as a friend. And many more besides.

Eventually, he's too exhausted for even that and just sits quietly for a moment, head bowed before closing his eyes to try to center himself enough for the healing trance Ashara has shown him. Time both to take comfort in the Light and, more practically, shed the weaknesses his stay in carbonite left him with.