#willfcrged

[devoyded]

@willfcrged​, i’ve never been impressed by people who don’t ask questions.

    “Forgive me, my lady, but I don’t feel a need to ask you anything. What good would curiosity do me? To know things that have no bearings on my path forward? To question you and all you do for the Empire? 

  That could be tantamount to treason, don’t you think?” For the first time, in a long time, Kyra smiled. It was a fanged, chilling, snow white thing that looked foreign and stressful on her features, but it was all for Reva. The loyal servant, Reva.

    “Do you want me to question you? Have you... secrets you’re aching to share?”

[chokethelight]

  “How does it feel? Knowing that you will always be second rate? That you were never chosen to fight directly at Vader’s side? How does it feel,” he says, pausing for a moment, “going after scraps instead of much more important matters?”

@willfcrged​​ 

[devoyded]

@willfcrged​, make a choice, clock is ticking.

    “I choose you. Your crusade, ma’am. If it is the will of the empire, then I will see it done.”

Words instilled in her by The Emperor himself. Those that served him, and his wishes, were and always would be able to count on Kyra to aid them in turn. After all, what use was a weapon, even one as young as thirteen, if she couldn’t wage war?

    “What is thy bidding, Third Sister?”