The ease with which the rebels appeared to infiltrate Imperial bases and ships was ridiculous. So the Grand Inquisitor had decided to use that against them. Luring them in with the promise of vital information, under the protection of a large force, courtesy of Agent Kallus...yet the ISBāsĀ incompetence had cost them another chance at victory. But more than that, it had cost something more.
He had seen many dead bodies. Most of them had fallen to his own blade. But while he had participated in the kidnapping of children for the good of the Inquisitorius and the Empire, he had never had to kill any. An odd thought, that he was seeing one dead for the first time. His attention, however, was concentrated less on the almost peaceful-looking infant and more on the grieving mother at her side.
When she had fallen in the crossfire, he had executed the trooper responsible on the spot. Reflecting on that action later, he did not know how to feel. Obviously, he would reveal little on his exterior. He was the Grand Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire; emotions were a sign of weakness. So why had he been so quick to kill that man? Why did he hesitate to approach Marcellaās body? Was it because of the feelings he had for the mother? The ridiculous, inferior feelings, and yet...
āMinister?ā he spoke softly as he walked up behind her. An urge came, then, to put his hand on her shoulder, but he kept both behind his back.Ā āMaketh, I...am sorry.ā