Prompts! 112: “ Why are you bleeding?” and/or 137: “ You’re an asshole.”
First off, THANK YOU for the prompts! <3 And secondly, I’m so sorry for the wait!
The night was quiet. Tamara shivered from her vantage point atop a tall ‘scraper and drew her cloak tight around her. The merchant she’d been eyeing finished up with his latest customer and she finally turned away from the railing and headed to his kiosk. She rifled through his stock, taking advantage of a sale he had on a decent lens and a few spare mechanical parts that would come in handy to fix various things on the Ebon Hawk. The man gave her a strange look but he sold her the small lens she found anyway. She put his curious gaze out of her mind; everyone on Nar Shaddaa had something they were hiding and if she thought too long about all of it she’d never leave this place. Tam turned away from the merchant and glanced around the courtyard, debating if it was worth stopping by a cantina or if she should head back to her crew on the ‘Hawk.
A few elevator rides down, several plazas later, Tam was still not sure what she wanted to do and was almost ready to turn back to the refugee sector. She had turned disappointedly into a smaller alleyway, heading back to the ship when a figure making his way past the crowd caught her eye. The padded shoulders looked suspiciously like the back of Atton’s preferred jacket.
She wove through the crowds until she found him again, a few feet in front of her, and tapped him on the shoulder. Atton twisted back in surprise, his grimace dropping once he realised who she was. “Hey Tam,” he said, glancing around them and turning to face her, his eyes skimming past the crowd behind her and not really taking her in. “How’re you liking Nar Shaddaa?”
“Hey,” she smiled at him. “It’s hasn’t changed since the last time I was here. I’m starting to remember why I left.”
“Yeah, me too.” They began to walk through the crowd. Atton grinned at her and then did a double take, stopping and turning to look at Tam, “Uh … hey, you alright?” he gestured to his face. “Why are you bleeding?”
Tam touched her face gingerly, her fingers coming back wet and red under the gas lamps.
“Here,” Atton rummaged in his pockets for something and handed her a clean white cloth, “hold that over it for a bit. Should stop soon.”
They found a less crowded alleyway and made their way over to a secluded set of buildings on one end of the street. They both sat down on a set of steps nearby while Tam held the cloth under her nose.
“I was thinking of hitting up an old pazaak den I used to frequent back in the day but it turns out the place was lost to a fire years ago,” he said conversationally, stretching his legs. “It’s apparently a luxurious high rise now, if you can believe it.” He seemed almost offended. “Now I’m out of places to go. No one had a deal like they did. Three hours of pazaak and you’d get a complimentary glass of ale. A whole glass! They just don’t make them like they used to.”
Tamara’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter, “It has not been your day today, has it?” Her voice was muffled behind the cloth.
“Hasn’t been my month, if we’re being honest. Things started turning for the worse about the time I got to Peragus.” Atton turned and smirked at her. “I guess all that money you’re paying me for my role as pilot is just going to have to stay in my pockets for a little while longer. It’s a real damn shame.”
The cloth hid Tamara’s guilty expression, but she wasn’t able to chase the guilt out of her voice entirely. “You know, I owe you a lot for sticking around. I’ll tell you what, if we somehow strike it big I’ll give you my share of the loot after we’ve split it between the crew.”
Atton rolled his eyes. “‘Between the crew’?? Tell me we’re not giving your fanboy a share.”
Tamara groaned, “You’re an asshole.”
“Hey, it comes with the territory,” Atton said, gesturing to the alleyway around them. He leaned back on his elbows and took a deep, dramatic breath, “Never a dull moment on the Shad.”
Tam glanced over at him, “I thought you couldn’t wait to get back here.”
“Not really. Just seemed like the right place to go after everything that happened on Peragus. Nar Shaddaa is a great place to hide. You could get murdered here and no one would probably ever know.”
“What a sad way to live,” Tamara said softly, sitting up and pulling the cloth away from her face.
“I suppose. Here, that’s just normal really. Only people here are the ones that can’t get out and the ones that don’t want to ‘cause it’s worse for them anywhere else in the galaxy.”
She twisted to look at him, “I can’t imagine that at all.”
“Yeah,” he said, a far-off look in his eyes.
She brought the cloth back to her face and they sat in silence for a little while longer.
“Well,” she made to stand up but Atton grabbed her elbow, keeping her in place. Tamara glanced questioningly at him and Atton snorted. “You’re really going to make me ask?” He nodded at the cloth in her hand.
Tamara took a breath and shrugged, settling back against the steps. “Sometimes it feels good to let loose.”
“Not when half the galaxy’s after you,” he cautioned, “the whole point of coming here was that we could blend in and be invisible.”
“You sound just like Kreia,” she snapped. Tamara leaned forward and looked down the other end of the alleyway. “I can’t catch a break from her. I was hoping you’d understand.”
“Here,” she felt Atton’s hand on her shoulder, “let me take a look.”
Tamara turned to him again and pulled the cloth away. Atton seized her jaw and tilted her face up so he could see it better.
“Yeah. Looks better. Should probably get you to the ‘Hawk to clean up fully. Maybe he’ll have a time running through all your diagnostics.” Atton shrugged innocently at the glare Tamara shot him. “I’m joking. The crew will be worried though. Should probably tell them I didn’t do it just to be safe.”
Tamara chuckled, “Why, is that a worry the others have?” Something crept into his face, although he was still as unreadable as ever.
“Who knows,” he said finally. He lifted her chin to let her face catch more light so that he could inspect the cut. Her nose didn’t seem broken from this angle. “Now, who pissed you off?”
“Some Quarren doing a slave run,” she responded sulkily, making a face and wincing as he ran a thumb underneath the cut on her cheek. He shot her a questioning look and she shook her head, “No it’s fine, just sore.”
He let go of her and leaned back. “Well, it seems fine to me,” he said. Tamara shrugged and shook her head.
“I killed him but not before he got…” she took a deep shuddering breath and buried her face in her hands. “He got his guards to … shoot them all.”
“You tried to take them on alone? Come on, Tam.”
“Not entirely. I rigged a speeder to crash into them. I thought it’d take the guards out but it blew up before it hit the right target. Then everything went south.” She sighed.
“No shit-” he caught himself before finishing the rest of his thought out loud. This was probably the last thing she wanted to hear. He went for a more neutral response.
“Well, fuck.”
She sighed. “Yup.”
“Well, if it’s slavers you want I got a whole list of common routes. We could camp one until we see a few slavers and take them down, what do you say?” Atton stood up, not entirely sure why he was helping her instead of bringing her back to the 'Hawk and keeping her out of trouble long enough for them to leave Nar Shaddaa without incident.
Tam stared up at him, quiet for a moment. “I honestly thought you were going to drag me back to the ship.”
“I got more fun things to do,” he flashed her a quick smile. Tamara smiled back at him, her grin lighting up the rest of her face underneath the tiny gas lamps in the alleyway.
Atton suddenly realised why he was doing this, alarms blaring in his mind like a ship in combat. He ran through ways to backpedal out of this little adventure in his head, coming up short at her harmless smile. His brain felt like it had turned to jelly.
“You’re the best,” she grabbed his arm and started walking down the alleyway. She was so close, so warm.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly.
Tamara led them down the alley and gestured for Atton to lead, “Let’s not keep them waiting then.”
1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
Love:
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”
General:
90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
Below is NSFW prompts.
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Sexual:
161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”
The silence of the comm poked and prodded at her worried heart until a few seconds later she heard the faint click of static and a rustle before: "... hey babe."
Tam swallowed hard, "Hey, just checking in."
"Comms're all fine. But we should probably have radio silence from now on in."
"Atton, I-"
"As much as I would give anything to be talking to you right now, whispering into my hand in a Sith Temple on Malachor isn't really what I had in mind for a romantic date."
"We haven't had many of those recently, have we?"
There was a soft chuckle over the comm and brief silence before he responded, voice cut down to the softest whisper now, "You're telling me that little tryst at Dxun wasn't good enough for you?"
"Hm." She hummed appreciatively, the sound catching at the back of her throat. "What I wouldn't give to be there now."
"Me too, Tam."
She felt something suddenly, a shift in the dynamic that set her heart racing. She hissed and grabbed at the comm on her wrist as if she could pull him back to her.
"Atton-"
"I know."
"You're in danger!"
"Yup, I can see that too," he said wryly. "Look, talking is probably gonna be really hard in the next few seconds so I may have to-" he swore loudly and there was the sound of a loud collision.
"Atton? Atton!"
"'m still here," he was breathing way too hard, "gotta go. Tamara I ... I'll see you around. Here or elsewhere."
She knew what he meant and wasn't ready to accept it at all.
"Atton-"
"I know, Tam. I do too." The call cut off and her screen flashed bright orange as it lost connection.
The door opened slowly and a robed woman entered the room, a trail of lightsabers cutting long lines of light into Tam's vision as they followed the old woman.
"I'm sorry," Tam said, rounding on her before the other woman could even open her mouth, "but we're going to have to make this quick. I have to go save someone."
A primal surge Atton could only describe as a roar grew as the Force unfurled inside of him, flooding his senses with light, awareness and life. All of this, but it was pure terror that gripped him. The memory of his first glimpse of the Force had been fresh on his mind, that assault of insight and retribution a Jedi determined to save him had shoved down his throat.
He relived it all as something like a sensory spectator as every closed door in his twisted hallway mind was flung open, but there were two important distinctions: this time he’d chosen this, and Tam was here. On the periphery of his panic he could feel her presence in a way that intimacy as a concept didn’t seem to cover. He wanted to drown in that feeling for a while, but there was too much of everything. Every good thing, every bad thing, every connection. The connection. Sweet Mother of Pazaak, the connection. Could he really do this? I take it back! Did he say that out loud? Maybe it was irrational but he gave in to the strong impulse to cradle his skull in his trembling hands to keep it from shattering.
The conversation as they walked back to the Hawk was mostly her wondering with many amusing and colorful expletives why she’d ever bothered trying to help in the first place. Though he was still a little surprised by what he’d just seen her do and by her increasingly violent behavior in general, Atton listened dutifully. On the whole he found himself agreeing more than he probably should. But when they got to the top of the Hawk’s ramp, he tugged her sleeve to get her to wait.
“I feel like I have to say this, but I’m only gonna say it once,” he said. “Y’know, just for the record and all. Um, when we first met you had some pretty shiny ideals, and now you seem hellbent on demolishing them. Not that I’m complaining, exactly? But… Alright, I’m just gonna say it. Please don’t do this.” That got her attention, since he rarely used the word please so earnestly. She looked amused at first, before she realized he wasn’t kidding.
Atton definitely knew better, but he had turned to yell something back to Visas and Canderous, who had fallen behind. Technically it could be said that he’d moved on without telling them. Still, it was a few careless steps, then the shock of cold as he stepped in it. It wasn’t a normal kind of cold either. He looked down, swallowing hard. Great.
The sinuous tendrils of pure Dark Side energy clamped down as they climbed up his body, pulling him to his knees. Fighting it, he pummeled his fists at the tendrils but only succeeded in hitting his own body. A growing buzz became whispers. He thought he could just make out what they were saying if he listened harder. Thinking it was Visas and Canderous, he was straining to hear when the ‘verse lit up blinding red.Raw and bloody images of violence were plucked from his memories and served in vivid, rapid fire visions. New ones were sewn together from his stray dark thoughts and nightmares in a nauseating barrage of why not give in to your true nature. He knew a very real fear then, but anger began to rise in him, flaring hot and raging at the intrusion, at his lack of control. After everything he’d survived, he was not going to be bested by some stupid ass puddle of doom.
The cheap whisky stings as it slides down her throat but it takes her mind off other things. Like where she is now. In front of a metal door that won’t open. That she will tear down if she has to before she leaves. A sounds clangs against her consciousness. It’s her, knocking hard on the door. She doesn’t stop.
A man opens the door, surly and livid at being disturbed. “Fuck do you want?” His voice is rough and coarse, grating over his tongue and throat like the matching bottle of whisky he holds in one hand.
His face and body are in shadow but she’s memorised every inch of him already to know the expression that matches his tone, sunken eyes glaring hard out from under his brow, the twist to his mouth that is about the only expression he ever shows clearly. But he stands casually against the door, arms loosely dangling against his side like he’s ready for anything. Like he’s ready for a fight.
Fuck if she isn’t going to give him one.
“You could have told me.”
“It was none of your fucking business,” he snarls right back.
“Well you don’t have to deny it now.”
“I’m not denying a damned thing. I did it. All of it. And more. And I don’t regret a damn moment of it. The only thing I regret is meeting you after my retirement.”
There’s a pause. She came to play a game way out of her league and he knows it. Her anger drains for a second and the righteousness takes over. The incredible sense of loss and confusion. Of sadness.
“I can tell you’re lying.”
“Take your pick, Jedi. This discussion is over.”
The door moves forward, covers his face and stretches out to reach the other side.
She reaches out with the Force.
The metal screams at first and then bends and breaks away from the wall. She tears it right off its hinges and sends it careening off to the side in the hallway. He stands there dumbstruck, his gaze slipping between the door and her, trying to make sense of what he’s seen.
“You’re not the only one with powers,” he says, holding a hand out towards her. Crudely he pulls on something, and a knife flutters to his hand.
But she is already wrapping the Force around him, around his throat like a cocoon.
“I know,” she says, almost sadly, “but it won’t save you this time.”
What mission sticks out in your kind the most when you think back to your time in the Mandalorian Wars?
“Uhhh, the most?” Atton echoed. “That would definitely be the last one.” He paused, giving her a knowing look, and saw that he didn’t need to say Malachor V. This was tricky territory, so he reminded himself not to be careless with his words. He made an effort to keep his tone light and conversational. “Which also coincides with the end of my military pilot career. Good thing I prefer flying light freighters, huh?”
Snapshots of memories flashed in his mind. The red warning lights flashing. The proximity and systems alerts blaring. The sight of disabled ships veering wildly, too many to count descending into the crushing pull of the grav field.
“I had some distance thanks to the Corvette we came in on. We were focused on the outliers and new arrivals mostly, and were having some pretty decent runs, considering… everything.” It was a rose-colored summary if ever there was one, but he just dismissed it as a leftover habit from those days, even if it felt weird now. His face went blank for a moment as he remembered the intense comms chat before everything went sideways - both the brief victories and more often, that eerie silence of a hail left hanging when there was no one left to reply. “It was a helluva crazy ride when that MSG activated. The fighter I was in was fresh and highly maneuverable though, which no doubt saved my ass.” He looked at her, trying to gauge the reception of his reply.
“Well, that and I’m just a damn good pilot.” He flashed a small smile, hoping the brag would smooth over any awkwardness.
This list contains some of my FAVORITE prompts. I tried to make sure it was balanced, but I’m not sure how well I did on that front lol. These are good for ANY fandom! (Please do not steal/repost the list, thank you <3)
Holoscreens flash before them as the Iridonian pulls up the information, "I'd say less than a quarter of what we'd need to get to the rendezvous point, General."
She shudders at the implication; they all expect getting out of Malachor is going to be way harder than getting in, but this is certainly going to make it more complicated.
What's the most annoying thing about traveling with Atton? He always seems... a little highly strung.
“You know, when I first met him I thought he was just paranoid. Paranoid I can deal with, right? Then it turns out he was a lot of other things too. But none of them really annoyed me. I guess you kind of understand where he’s coming from once you know what he’s been through. Took a while for that, though.
“I guess that wasn’t really an answer. Most annoying? I mean I guess the whisky always disappears faster when he’s here. And yes, he can be more stubborn than a wild nursing bantha if you try to get him to do anything he remotely doesn’t want to do. Especially if it involves convincing him you’re okay to go out on your own in the middle of a shady city, or chase after one of your best friends that may have left you alone to die. Stars, those times it’s almost like he doesn’t have ears and I’m talking to a stone wall.”
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she adds, “That and sometimes having to go and pull him out of a pazaak game when the whole crew’s been flight-ready for at least the past hour or so.”
So, got any stories about the crew? Promise I won't tell.
“Well, I’m not sure if it counts, but back in the ‘Wars Bao-Dur was even more of a tinkerer than he is now.” She laughs softly at an inside joke, “Well. He probably cut back because of this, at any rate.“Now, don’t bring this up with HK unless you want your ears blown off. And various other extremities. But Bao-Dur was trying this experiment out and it went just about as well as you’d expect. By that, I mean, he accidentally set off an ion-charged pulse that brought down the whole base for days.
“HK was still in his infant stages at the time. He, along with every droid in the vicinity was shut down almost on impact. It took a whole week to get them back up and running. We had to do everything manually. Ships were down. Shields. Most turrets. If those Mando assholes had come within that time we’d’ve all been wiped out instantly.”
Tam snorts, “Rev was furious. I took the heat but she never let Bao within ten feet of the engineering room at that base after this incident. Anyway, HK had somehow found out who was responsible for setting the charge— we’d had to keep it a secret in case anyone else thought he may have been a traitor — and decided Bao was a threat to Rev’s life. He set up so many traps for Bao that one day it’s a miracle he got out with all four limbs. At the time.
“HK wouldn’t stop up to the point that Rev and I had to bring him back down again and reprogram him to not see Bao-Dur as a threat. Now — and keep in mind, it’s only been tested tangentially — I have a theory that’s slightly backed up with data that because of that HK is actually almost a whole percent less effective if his target is a Zabrak.”
She shrugs, “Is that cheating, since he wasn’t part of our crew at the time? There was that time Mira helped me give that slimy bag of slugs Vogga his comeuppance after he tried to make me dance for him. She kept me from killing him but that was mostly it.”
DS Atton what do you think about LS Exile (and/or LS Atton on DS Exile)
“She’s something else, isn’t she.” At least she would be when he was done with her. His lips twitched into a smile constructed to appear harmlessly roguish. “Running around doing good deeds, not even thinking of herself or her well being. Between you and me? And it’s weird to say this about a former General who’s done the things she has, but with some stuff? She’s a little… naive. Aside from that, the more I get to know her…. yeah, she’s swell.”
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