#threads: candy.

with death once again narrowly avoided, candy takes down her hood to reveal a perfect head of hair, waves cascading effortlessly down her shoulders. she looks the opposite of disheveled, despite the fight she and din had just encountered. manicured finger lifts to swipe at the corner of painted lip, ensuring it had not smeared, though the gesture is unnecessary — even her lipstick had remained in place. 'my hero,' candy beams up at din's helmet, wishing she could see if he looked triumphant beneath the visor. did he feel as exhilarated as she did at theur victory? they were alive, her enemies were dead — neither of them would be allowed back into the cantina, of course, but candy could live with that. she sighs. lashes flutter involuntarily as she glances up through them. 'it seems i am in your debt now, mandalorian. a spot i do not particularly enjoy being in, but i digress — ' mercenary flashes a bright grin towards din. 'name it, and it's yours,' @satellitewar.

'i don't necessarily believe that killing men makes me a bad person,' there were moments when candice did consider whether or not she was one, but ultimately, she was doing a job. one she had been forced into; one she needed to continue doing if she didn't want to end up dead, herself. none of her targets were personal. she killed them quickly and checked them off the list before moving onto the next one. it's business, nothing else. still, she understands that there is blood on her hands, and that they will always be stained with the wanted revenge of others. 'i've never killed anyone for sport, if that puts anything into perspective,' @allevils.