✖ ———— The word ‘banthas’ momentarily catches her off-guard; not because it is a foreign term, but because it is a word in her tongue, too. It doesn’t make sense in context, though, so she’s forced to assume it might mean something else to him. Unfortunate– were it not for her brief display of befuddlement, she might have laughed, or made a quip. Still, she recovers deftly, sparing a pitiful glance at her fly’s unconscious form.
“Warriors worth my time are scarce on the surface, jaluk. A most unfortunate truth, and yet… one must make do.” She tilts her head, and touches at her lips playfully. “Though credit where credit is due… the brainless brutes have led me to a most curious male. And I would be fool not to extend a hand in solidarity to such a striking sort.”
“So tell me, jaluk… would you prefer to keep fumbling in the dark for purpose, or shall we make better use of our time… together?”
HE HASN’T THE PATIENCE FOR HER GAMES, for it would serve him greater purpose to simply remove her from the picture entirely, and pursue his own ends. the thought gives him pause however, and he hesitates. is that... truly what he wanted? he thought he knew the answer to that question once, but it has since become apparent that he never did. it has taken him all this time to realise that that while every choice he made was his own, it has played into another’s hands. his destiny had been stolen from him.
he must take it back, by any means necessary.
tempting though her offer may be, kylo ren does not falter. he tilts his head, regarding her coldly.
❝ ... YOU HAVEN’T GIVEN ME AN ANSWER. ❞ he counters, cloak hanging off his shoulders and about his form like a shadow, blending him into the night, ❝ WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER? ❞
