Action PARTY!! (Reis)

[Ash]

He still is. Just because of this little hiccup doesn't mean I can get off without killing him.[/color]

Zwei's voice was colder than it was before, clearly translating hatred or disgust. It seemed Zwei's entire world revolved around killing someone, or many. His cool surface today, however, was shattered, and he didn't quite know how. Still, he kept up his defenses, and his barriers, locking everything away.

It seemed like moments later when the woman spoke up again, asking him a simple question, but it was one of those questions he asked himself whenever sent on a mission. He only ever did as he was told, without asking questions of his own. He was normally told who he was after, and why, but Zwei never really felt like that was the true reason. He turned his head slightly, dark eye meeting the Zelosian's green ones.

He didn't answer right off the bat, but just looked at the woman. After a short pause, she continued talking, then stood up and walked over to where Zwei was standing. Her arms were crossed as emerald eyes bore into Zwei.

He is a pirate lord I was told to kill. He owes some money to my... who I work for. As you can see, he is a murderer, and will die.[/color]

Zwei looked away from those emerald eyes, then walked away from the window, walking to the bed, where he sat down at the foot of it. He let the tension out of his hands, and his shoulders hunched forward some. All he knew was killing now, and nothing of his past life.

[Reisier]

Pirate lords, assassins, and mysterious employers – things just kept getting better and better. If things kept going like this, they’d probably jump off a ship next, or maybe drive a speeder off a cliff. Amaris rubbed her temples tentatively, listening as Zwei continued to speak. It was curious to her, however, how the male’s demeanor continued to change – his inexpressive exterior deteriorating over time. Coldness now dripped from Zwei’s voice, a venomous tone that made the Zelosian cock her head to the side. ‘He really seems to be taking it hard,’ though, perhaps it wasn’t necessarily for the little ‘hiccup’ earlier.

“Kill him for owing money? Well, that seems rather counterproductive, wouldn't you think?” Alright, so Amaris could partially understand if this conflict was brought along for a murder, but for owing someone money? That just seemed ridiculous; well, more like stupid. Last time Amaris had checked, dead men don’t pay debts. Wouldn’t it be better to just scare him a little, get the money from him – plus interests – and everyone go on their own, merry little way? She scratched her head, a small frown spreading through her lips; these people were definitely a lot different from the crowd she usually dealt with.

Amaris sighed gently; part of her felt bad for this Zwei person. It must be hard, she figured, not being able to have a choice. To have someone else dictate what he needed to do regardless of the situation; to have to murder for a living – the thought alone made her shudder.

Eyes rolled to the side and to the window the man had been peering out from. She stared blankly at the blinds for a while longer, before a thought crossed her mind – what did he mean? “Earlier,” Amaris started, eyes shifting to the male once more, “…you said I would be useful to you,” Her heart beat fast in the Zelosian’s chest, threatening to burst. Frankly, she was afraid of the answer Zwei would give. Just as easily as it had been a poor excuse to bring the Zelosian along without conflict, it could be true – she could be turned into a distraction or into canon fodder, or even both. Her throat felt dry and she forced a little cough, “…how?”

[Ash]

Its not my job to think: Its my job to kill.[/color]

Zwei spat this out bitterly, his voice getting louder, for once, it going just under a shout. He turned his head to the woman, dark eyes lit up like fire. He held her gaze for a couple of heartbeats, then closed his eyes, turning his head away from the woman. His carefully composed exterior shattered, and he couldn't find the reason why it would happen.

Zwei rubbed his eyes with his right hand, taking a slight breath to compose himself. He mentally cursed at himself for that outburst. That wasn't anything like him. What was the man's problem this night: first he was double crossed, and now he was yelling at someone who didn't need it. He next spoke quietly.

Sorry...[/color]

Zwei stood up, going to the mirror along the wall closest to the foot of the bed, and simply peered at himself though it. His eyes, he could tell, were different. They held some emotion, but it was only negative. He was angry at Azura, and angry at himself, yet there was also a sadness to them from his small... issue of the shadowy figure. When the woman spoke again, he simply looked at her through the mirror, his voice quiet still.

The pirates were looking for a single man rather than a couple. You were helpful for my escape. Tomorrow, when things die down, you will be free to do as you wish.[/color]

Zwei watched the woman carefully through the mirror. He couldn't see her thermal signature through the glass, but there was something about how she was talking and holding himself that made it seem as if she was frightened at something. He could guess at what it was.

I have no intentions of putting you in any danger.[/color]

[Reisier]

She had overstepped her boundaries – said something that made Zwei visibly upset, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. His voice cut through Amaris sharper than any knife could have, making the female stop in mid-action. Her eyes narrowed down to dangerous slits, the usual brightness they held replaced with indignation. Now that was plain nonsense; how could anyone not think? Sure, not asking questions she could understand, maybe looking the other way when asked about the killing, but not thinking? Honestly, it smelled like a whole lot of bantha poodoo to the Zelosian.

Regardless, whatever he thought – or apparently didn’t – something seemed off to Amaris, it was screaming to her on top of its lungs. It begged for her to listen, if only for a minute, if only for long enough to notice how reckless the whole situation was becoming. And yet, even when her common sense was screaming for her to leave, she was still there – willing to hear what this man had to say. How stupid was that? ‘Pretty damn stupid,’ For a second, the thought brought her back to reality, making Amaris eyes travel to the side. She could make it, that is, to the door – she could sprint out and leave this whole mess behind. He wouldn’t stop her; hell, he couldn’t stop her, that is, without calling some unnecessary attention to himself. But there was no point, it wouldn't fix anything.

In an instant everything changed. The anger that had seeped through the man ceased. Amaris watched as the male’s shoulders slacked, the bitterness in his voice dissipating with a sigh. The apology made the woman shift uncomfortably, making Amaris rub relentlessly at the nape of her neck. “It’s fine.” Came her short response, turning fully away from the male the wall becoming increasingly interesting over time. It would be several minutes before either of them spoke.

‘I have no intentions of putting you in any danger.’

The suddenness in Zwei’s voice formed Amaris to turn, brow quirked at the male’s phrase. Amaris blinked at disbelief, the words slowly sinking in. It was a minute later that she laughed – bright eager laughter that shook through her body. If only he knew. If only he knew that these mishaps were rather common for the female. If only Zwei knew that she didn’t want any unnecessary attention, that she was frustrated because this was the second mishap in a two week period. “Oh, I’m definitely not worried about you,” The Zelosian smiled while shaking her head, “I just want to make sure those kriffing – or any of their friends – aren’t going to come after me once this is done.” It’d be bad for business; no one would want to risk giving a job to a marked smuggler.

[Ash]

Laughter touched Zwei's ears, throwing him off for a moment. He turned and looked over at Amaris, who was laughing. Not only that, but her entire body was shaking with the laughter that was emanating from her mouth. He was slightly confused by this, until she spoke up again. She had a smile on her face, which should have made Zwei have one as well, but he didn't.

If they are like the other pirates I dealt with, they wont.[/color]

Zwei spoke in a matter-of-fact manner, with no room for joking or humor. In was fairly certain that they don't even know the woman. They would, more than likely, scatter, the entire formation going to scrap, until certain aspects from Azura found them and recovered them for their own work... without them knowing of course. That was the way of things.

At this thought, Zwei felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He moved away from the mirror, moving around the room once again, and taking a seat on the bed. The entire cycle of things: go out, kill, come back, go out, kill, come back, was wearing on the man without a past.

His eyes zoned out again, thinking of his past. Ever sense he woke up, lost like an orphan, its been the exact same thing over and over again. Once again, Zwei's aura took that of someone who was extremely worn out and tired. Indeed he was just that.

[Reisier]

Usually, Amaris was good at diffusing a situation – well, that or making it worse from time to time – so when Zwei seemed unmoved by her reaction, she couldn’t help but scratch her head in disbelief. It was a bit awkward, the silence, that is. It made Amaris chest tighten and her stomach twist into a knot – and, frankly, she hated it. Though, perhaps she hated it more for the mere fact that she didn’t know why those feelings were there.

There was no reason for the woman to worry about him. The man was dangerous – a hired gun, killing without hesitation or doubt. Hell, for all she knew, Amaris could be considered a liability by Zwei; another life to be plucked before time. But when he moved away from the mirror – defeat etched across every one of his features, she couldn’t help but move.

Amaris crossed the room in a single motion, her steps echoing slightly within the silence. She reached out, pale hand hovering over his shoulder. It was a single action, a simple deed that could say so much with so little. While her instinct called the Zelosian to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, to say that things would work out for him, she hesitated. Why was she doing this? Better yet, what the hell was she doing?

Pallid fingers coiled away, tightening into a fist soon retrieved to its owner’s side. She smiled pitifully, instead turning her attention to an empty armchair that sat to the side. “Well, you certainly are beaming…” Observed the Zelosian with a shake of her head, her words erasing any indication of the worry she had momentarily felt for him. She pulled on the garish chair slightly, forcing it to face the bed, “…care to share what’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?”

[Ash]

Zwei heard soft sounds coming from where Amaris was, and it was steadily getting louder. He could have easily ignored it, like he could with any noise, but listened. He found the were footsteps almost instantly, and knew, without looking, knew she was at his side.

What he didn't know was that she was by his side, debating on touching his shoulder with an outstretched hand. It was moments later when he heard the footsteps walk away, and the creak of furniture as a slender body sat down into an empty chair. She spoke to him then, and his voice was bitter, and also sad. Before that, however, he laid back on the bed, left covering his eyes.

I don't feel joy or happiness.[/color]

Zwei had no problems speaking out these words. They were part of what made him how he was. Years of killing without shame; without regret had drastically changed the man. His younger self was trying to brake through the shell around his mind and heart, but was constantly being knocked back, and that was how it has been since he woke up in that blasted kolto tank. He clinched his eyes right, hot, angry tears welling up. The woman's next words didn't help much, but his voice started working before his head.

I don't know anymore. I'm too f***ed up to be like this! I'm too young to be this broken![/color]

His left hand clenched into a fist in clear view of Amaris. His voice was clearly angry and agitated, but it wasn't to the woman. Mostly, he was talking to himself. He grimaced, teeth bearing slightly as he forced himself back to the present. He didn't move his arm, however, letting it cover half of his face.

[Reisier]

Amaris furrowed her brow as she stared at the figure across from her – it pained her to see him in such a state. Of course, the Zelosian did not consent with what he did – even if she was a criminal herself – but the way he was breaking, the way his body and mind seemed to crack as time went by, made her shift uncomfortably. She watched him, as he lay down in bed, face out of view, looking more and more like a broken, little toy, rather than the cold-hearted assassin she had made him out to be. But that’s not really what made Amaris cringe, it was the way his voice cracked, desperate to remain its composure but failing miserably at that. It was fascinating in a way, how he transformed before her very eyes – his cold demeanor lost, his every barrier shattered, and he was left there, feelings exposed. Every feeling seeped though him – viewable to Amaris as easily as an open book. Looking at him, the smuggler realized how similar they were, thrust into a world that neither of them sought. Still, she had embraced the lifestyle, he had not; he didn’t have a choice.

“But you do feel something; so that’s a start.”

Her throat felt a little dry as the Zelosian averted her gaze, fixating it instead upon the quiet window. While the shades remained closed, preventing prying eyes from staring inside, light shone across them so intensely that at times she could’ve sworn it was the middle of the day. But the drunken voices and music that boomed every once in a while – the remnants of a passing speeder – quickly reminded her of the actual time. She could hear him talking again; this time his voice hoarse, full of unadulterated rage. Curiosity gained the best of Amaris as she turned her head to him and saw him continue to shake.

Amaris sighed gently, hand resting on her knees as she pushed herself to a stance. Her world swayed with each step she took, taking her away from her seat and to the bed’s side. She was unsure of what to do at first, the woman left to shift uncomfortably before she lowered herself to the bed. She sat, several inches from him, but the closest she had been to the man since the bar. Amaris brought her hand up, patting his knee twice. “You’re not that broken…” Maybe a little odd, a little lost, but definitely not broken. The Zelosian had met plenty of characters that could be described as a lost cause and Zwei wasn’t part of the list. She grimaced slightly, patted his knee one last time, before Amaris pulled herself back.

“…you just need a new start, s’all.”

[Ash]

Zwei was lost within his mind. His thoughts and memories replayed from when he woke up until where they were at. No where did anything bring him happiness or joy. He knew only what he did, and he was broken many times before he was rebuilt.

But him breaking here was different. This time, he didn't break mentally or physically, but rather emotionally. His defenses crumbled and shattered, and to make it worst, this woman was here. He didn't know if she was helping or not, but she prayed witness to everything.

When Amaris spoke, Zwei ignored her words, not moving at all. Yes, he felt something, but it was nothing good. Sadness, anger, despair yes, but never once joy or happiness. He was too lost within himself to realize that the woman in his room moved from the chair and sat down on the bed close to him. He moved his arm to his side when his knee was patted. Surprisingly, his dark eyes were clear and dry, and still as cold as ever.

I kill... In order to live, I kill...[/color]

His voice was steady and, while cool, lacked the coldness it once had. He didn't look at the woman, but rather shut his eyes. He took a deep breath, holding it for a few heartbeats before he spoke once again.

I can't start again. Anything I want... I cant reach. I can't leave this world I live in. I will be stuck in the same cycle until I die[/color]

[Reisier]

“See, that’s the main problem,” She shifted, tilting her head slightly and found herself staring back at the man over her shoulder – he had removed his arm from his face, his dark eyes staring back at her this time around. She was silent for a few seconds, allowing her words to sink in. Amaris sighed, head rolling to watch the wall in front of her, “…there always is a way, there is always an escape,” She clasped her hands over her knees, a content smile crossing her lips. “…you just aren’t seeing it yet.” And so, Amaris ended with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

Yes, this was a rather one-sided argument, Amaris wasn’t aware of what had brought Zwei to this point, but she did have her own experience. And while the Zelosian had never physically escaped the smuggling industry, she had come at peace with it – that was the way she broke out. She pursed her lips in thought, eyes continuing to look forward. Her muscles relaxed, hands falling silently at her sides. It bothered her a little, that is, knowing how things had turned out for her – that she had become everything she had sworn not to, but there hadn’t been a choice. Amaris wondered, had that been the same case with the man?

Amaris listened at the returning silence, hands still repeating the process of pulling and twisting the fabric. With unwavering eyes, she followed the white walls that stretched above their heads and disappeared unto the ceiling. She listened listlessly as a speeder drove by, its refuse echoing into the room. Amaris frowned, chewing on her lip before she glanced back at the man once more. “You know, you shouldn’t be so negative about this, Zwei.” She ran her fingers through her hair, “Who knows, maybe you’ll figure out how to turn your life around soon.”

[Ash]

Zwei silently listened to what Amaris had to say. She spoke, was silent for a moment, letting her words sink into his head, and then continued to speak. He knew she was trying to help him out, but nothing was working with him one way or another. The man rose into a sitting position as he next spoke.

There is nothing to see. There is only this. I have no free will. I can't just run away.

Zwei spoke quietly, and without any emotion in his voice, save for sadness. Many times, he had contemplated one form of escape to another. It ranged from simply not heading back to faking his death to suicide, which happened to be among the most common way out for him.

And yet, he didn't have the will to escape in any way shape or form. He always went back to Claudia one way or another, be him save and sound or wounded to almost the point of death. He had the scars on his body to show, some healed already, some wont be for another months or, at most, a year.

Once again, Amaris spoke. This time, Zwei let his dark eyes fall on her bright green ones. She was trying her best to encourage him, yet he had nothing to show, effort or emotion-wise, to pay her back. He smiled slightly, a mild bitterness in it. After a moments thought, he decided to give up part of his history.

I have no life to turn around. I woke up in a kolto tank, was given a name, and was broken many times. The end result is here. I don't know what happened before that; my real name, hell even my age I don't know! All I want is to leave and have a simple life... I would love nothing more than that, but It's out of my reach...[/color]

[Reisier]

There was a sudden shift next to her. Amaris watched as Zwei pushed himself up to a sitting position besides her. He spoke so earnestly; he didn’t hold anything back. And she listened, quietly, intently, as Zwei poured his heart out. Her expression softened as he spoke of his past – or, rather, his lack of one – her eyes never parting from his. It was as he finished, that Amaris finally broke their gaze, eyes brought down to her feet. How hard it must be, she figured, to not know who he was – to not have the slightest idea of his life before being Zwei.

She licked her lips, mostly in hopes to try and figure out what she could say. But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like words weren’t enough. There was no way she could console the man, nothing she could say or do to ease his trouble away. It was – strange. She was generally good with people, at least her friends, they could talk it out, drink it away, or even shoot some steam off – literally. But with this guy, nothing seemed enough to appease him. It did, however, surprise her when her mouth worked faster than her head, the question posed before the smuggler could react. “Why not try it, that is, running away?”

She scratched her head, shrugging her shoulders dejectedly as the seconds ticked by. But Amaris quickly waved off the previous question, eyes rolling back to Zwei, “Look, babe, nothing is out of your reach,” She started with a sigh, a small grimace stretching across her lips, “I mean, from what I saw, you can probably shoot yourself out of any situation.” Well, that definitely was true. It was slightly confusing to Amaris how Zwei insisted he couldn’t leave this life behind. Granted, he was probably outnumbered and outgunned, but that was the same circumstance they had been under earlier in the bar.

She scratched her head, “If you wanted to, you could probably have the whoever you work for running off with their tail between their legs.”

[Ash]

Zwei couldn't help the small, sad smile which touched his face. This woman next to him was trying to get him to leave this life behind. Even after he stated that he had nothing, knew nothing outside of this current life, she insisted that he would be able to run away and possibly forget about this life he now had. Oh how he wished that was true.

Azura wasn't one to forget about the liked of Zwei: their top operative; their top assassin. If he did run, he would be hunted down, and either captured or killed. He let out a small sigh, looking down at his hands, which were sitting on his lap. His right hand went to the ring on the necklace he was wearing under his shirt.

Running away... It seems so easy, but I know it to be complicated... I will need to think about it for a while before I make a decision on it.[/color]

Zwei slowly got to his feet, arching his back slightly as he did so as to stretch the muscles. His side pained him, but his wound didn't bleed, which was good. It would heal quickly enough. He took a few steps towards the mirror again, looking at his reflection, yet at nothing at all. After a few heartbeats, he looked at the woman on the bed.

Thanks for the talk. Get some sleep while you can.[/color]

Turning towards the door, Zwei took a few steps forward, faced the wall, and dimmed the lights down. It wasn't completely dark, but had plenty of light for anyone to see, including Amaris. He turned again, heading for the chair, where he sat down. There was a very good change he wouldn't sleep a wink tonight, so there was no reason for him to steal the bed away from the woman. He didn't even bother to kick off his shoes, or change out of his blood-stained black slacks for that matter. He slid down the chair slightly, crossing his arms and looked off into space.

[Reisier]

It was strange to see Zwei smile even if every muscle of his body was riddled with misery. It was a dark expression in a way, a sour look as if he tasted some form of remorse. It was an odd sight, one that made Amaris furrow her brow, eyes softening at the male. It seemed that no matter what Amaris said, what words she could come up with, they did little to appease Zwei. If anything, it seemed to her as if she had only made matters worse. Her heart dropped a little, fists clenching the slacks she wore. Maybe she should’ve said nothing; maybe she should’ve kept her opinions to herself – she barely knew the man, and yet, here she was, telling him what to do.

‘Damn, I’m an idiot.’ She mentally kicked herself – she should know better than this. Hell, Jacobson had definitely taught her better than this.

Seconds ticked by as Amaris continued to mentally beat herself, giving enough time for Zwei to eventually suggest sleep. She didn’t lift her eyes from the man as he left the chair, dimming the lights. The Zelosian sighed softly as she kicked off her shoes, processing again and again the conversation they had shared. Part of her felt unusually guilty; once this was done with, Amaris would be able to go back to Nar Shaddaa. On the other hand, Zwei would be forced to do whatever this boss of him told him. As Zwei sat on the chair once more, the Zelosian had settled on the bed, arms crossed behind her head – and she stared, she watched the ceiling with unblinking eyes, replaying the events of the night.

Over time, the Zelosian reacted, slow words rolling off her lips, “Well, whatever you decide to do,” She started, eyes settling on the side table to her right, “I’m sure it will be for the best.” Though, honestly, part of her seriously doubted that. From what the man had said and what she had understood, whatever Fate decided to bring Zwei, would definitely involve headaches. A sad smile crossed Amaris’ face, her gentle features seemingly pained. But as quickly as the expression came, it disappeared. She shifted, laid on her side, arm brought silently over her head, as if a desperate attempt to shield herself from every regret that coursed through her body.

Eventually, silence settled and so did its inescapable grasp. Throughout the room, quiet reigned supreme, its deafening presence marred by the occasional scuffle of feet behind closed doors. And while Amaris assumed the assassin had drifted off to sleep, the Zelosian was left to toss and turn in bed. After an hour of repeating the process, Amaris finally gave up, a heavy sigh parting from her lips. Amaris cursed under her breath, pushing herself off the mattress and coming to an abrupt stance. Making sure she didn’t wake the man, Amaris crossed the room slowly, desperate for a smoke. Maybe that would help get the edge off of her.

Assuming going outside was off-limits considering the circumstance, the female took the next best thing – the window. It didn’t take long for the Zelosian to pull the blinds up, a grunt later and the window was opened, a cool breeze greeting nipping at her face. A cigarra quickly found itself lodged between Amaris’ lips, the ashen tip glowering in an odd orange light. She breathed in; the hot refuse held momentarily in her lungs before being released in a soft sigh.

“Frak.”

[Ash]

Zwei didn't even let off a grunt as the woman spoke to him one last time. He simply sat where he was in the near darkness. His thoughts were everywhere, and he was having a fairly hard time trying to get the organized. The process was quite an undertaking.

None of tonight should have happened: him taking this woman back here and pretty much telling her everything he knew about himself. It would be quite easy to off here real quietly, finish his little mission here, then be done with everything. However, he knew he couldn't.

There was something about her; some quality that, despite his own stubbornness, made him want to listen to her. He knew that what she was saying, what she inclined and what he wanted, couldn't be so, at least at this moment. Eventually though, he would be able to escape. He just had to bide his time.

He didn't know how much time has past in the relatively quiet room before Amaris drew herself out of bed. Zwei remained motionless, dark eyes wide open. He had no trouble seeing in the room, and his eyes fallowed the woman as she walked to the window, opened it. He couldn't see behind him, but, by the sound of it, and the soft click, she didn't try to escape.

Zwei sighed softly, and stood up. He made no sounds whatsoever as he walked to the 'fresher, flipped the light on, and shut the door with him inside. Like before, he washed his face with warm water. He dried it with a towel, then set his face in its marble casing. Next he closed himself off to everything else, becoming the cold man he was once before. He was in the 'fresher for but a minute and a half before he walked out again, eyes half lidded and a cool aura around him once again.

[Reisier]

The auburn woman let out a small breath as she continued to peer out the window, feeling the air nipping gently at her exposed skin. Amaris shivered, a small curse left her lips, but all was lost in the gentle breeze. The cigarra’s smoking trail swayed, disappearing into the air, and the Zelosian watched it with disinterest. She still couldn’t shake the feeling off. Amaris couldn’t shake the guilt or the pity she felt for Zwei. No matter how much she tried or constantly berated herself, she couldn’t push the thoughts aside. For the first time in many years, for the first time she felt genuinely sorry for a perfect stranger – for someone who had endangered her. Even when presented with the perfect opportunity to escape, to leave this hell hole behind, something forced her to stay put, as if she didn’t have the energy for it. Her eyes narrowed eventually, the cigarra jutted quickly into her lips.

Fraking craptastic.

She was going soft; it was a given. Well, she was going softer than she generally was. A few years back, she would have dismissed helping out those Jedi on Nar Shadda, she would have been terrified to get on a slaver’s bad side, and if she would have met Zwei back then, she probably wouldn’t have hesitated to shoot him and go on her way. But the thought alone made Amaris chew furiously on the butt of her cigarra, eyes never parting from the street below. Something was seriously wrong with her – she could feel it and it was driving her insane. It ate at her insides, wiggling its way through her veins. It was a constant torment that increasingly frustrated the Zelosian.

As the thoughts clouded her mind, she was unaware of that the male rose from his seat or that he made his way into the fresher. In fact, throughout the process, Amaris had remained frozen, perched quietly on the spot she called her own – at least for the time being. The sound of running water finally pulled the Zelosian from her thoughts, making her glance back over her shoulder. Where the top of Zwei’s head was once visible over the chair’s back, it was now missing. Amaris continued to stare for a few more seconds, and before long, the assassin had reemerged from the side room. Amaris studied him momentarily, before she shifted, her eyes settling on the window again.

“Guessing you couldn’t sleep either.” The Zelosian said without really thinking. Though, it honestly seemed more like a statement than a question to her. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one whose thoughts were being haunted that night. She breathed out softly, cigarra extinguished against the windowsill before she flicked the butt out the window.

[Ash]

Zwei's dark eyes slipped over to the Zelosian woman as she spoke to him after he came out ot the side room. His face was steeled and his eyes were back to their usual handsome half-lidded state.

He wouldn't be talking about himself anymore. He had revealed too much about himself already, and there was no need to any longer. If he did, he was afraid he would need to eventually make this woman a personal target of his.

No, I couldn't. Have no plans on it either.[/color]

Zwei stopped at the closet, opening it and grabbing a short sleeve button shirt, finally covering up his scarred body. He then went over to the desk, grabbing his datapad from it, and, keeping it out of view from his female companion, checked a few things on it.

It was logged directly into Azura's primary mainframe, so he could check on anything within Azura, wherever he was in the galaxy. That made anything, especially his targets, easy to track. After a minute and a half or so, Zwei locked his datapad and set it back down on the table.