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Too much of this â too much of this and sheâll make a mistake. Far be it from her to show it at any given point, but sheâs happy to be back on Yavin IV, filled with an insensible sort of gleeful exhilaration at having finished what she started. She doesnât take pride in these things, she takes vicious satisfaction. Of course, sheâs naturally inclined to glee regardless of outcome. Itâs easy to see it; see where one thing might have gone different, a minute sooner, a minute later (after a night without crying out, sheâd still be on Mandalore â possibly in a grave), and in those possibilities, she find amusement, as long as the potential does not come too close.
She would have never been a Jedi.
Still, sheâs minding being around them less and less. Some are more interesting than others, but sheâll watch them all, whether itâs well-received or not. A ghost of a smile passes over her face at his words, and itâs enough of an invitation to stalk into the room. He is marked as much as the healer, but his presence is very different. Mathias, she thinks. A knight as well. Her eyes flit over his figure â if thereâs hostility there, well, itâs too bad (for him.) âWhat are you offering?â The words are hollow, and she stops a little too close, peering down at him, eyes narrowed and head cocked, searching for something she canât put a word to. âNo, I donât think I want your head. You can keep that. Maybe itâll serve you, one day.â
He invites her toward him, while repelling at the same time. Maybe itâll look like two different kinds of predator meeting somewhere in the middle. Her trained to kill him, him not trained to kill her, but heâll give his damn. It shows on his face, in the light sneer over his mouth, half-veiled, half-not carrying at all, and its mostly the former. Killers stay killers. It was fatal to let her. A waste of their breath. A waste of hers. He doesnât get the point of prolonging it or Rishlaâs point to bring her with the team to Coruscant.Â
When she begins to saunter over, he lets out a breath, keeping an eye on her even as he turns to the Younglings, âHere we have the swamp monster that lives at the bottom of the underground. Remember what I told youâdonât look her in the eye.â One of the kids asks confirmation if heâll turn into a frog. âA very warty one.â (The irony of him saying this while heâs looking at her, isnât missed.)
âActually you can keep the head, or take it, whatever works for you. I wanna see if itâll grow back someday,â a pause, he fits over another part of a saber. It might not be the best time to be holding weapons, even if theyâre still prototype stage. âI just thought you assumed whatâs yours.â








