@jngal said: " are you even capable of feeling guilt or remorse? "
she bleeds light. like a moon beam, she illuminates the darkness of the interrogation room. what does maul want with her? the very same as what the empire wants, he supposes. to exploit her. drain her until she's of no use. teach her the ways of the dark side and unleash her upon the world. before him, bound and seated, he sees a perfectly malleable tool. a dog awaiting orders. she has the necessary sensitive streak to make her more vulnerable to the process. he senses the wrath in her. it isn't as strong as maul's, rotten and raw, but it's there. building by the second, it seems, judging by her accusatory question. inflammatory, for some. but not for him.
there is so much death at the tip of his talon-like, glove-clad digits. he feels the metaphorical blood drip from him and if he could smile perhaps he would. " no, " comes his short but honest answer. there's no need for deception, here. no need to hide what's coming. in his mind, he hears the screams of the hundreds he burned to death that night. like an ever constant chorus, they sing to him. initially, it'd been a curse. they'd kept him awake at night, made sleep unbearable. but now, he can't imagine being without it. " what was maul planning with you? "
