Danger came in many guises – and flavours. Arriving on a space platform, using your real name and looking to plant an incendiary device before being discovered was, to say the least, risky. But to Kriel it was the thrill that allowed him to perform to his best ability. It was dangerous for sure, but he didn’t hesitate to even contemplate the consequences.
This conversation, however, had him on edge. If he failed in his mission, what was the worst outcome? He died. His pragmatic brain accepted that as a possibility and deduced he’d be too dead to care. Or he could be incarcerated and possibly sprung – either by the First Order through force, or his father through credits. Not a terrible outcome. Most other outcomes were good. To fail and return to the Knights of Ren would be the only really negative option. But he didn’t have to go back, did he?
But Kaile? By contrast there was too much at stake, too many negative variables that he frankly didn’t want to dwell on. There was the outright slap across the face. Never good and entirely disheartening. Or a gentle brush off. Hardly any better. And the positives were fraught with danger too. What if she liked him? How long could he live a double life? Could he ever tell her the truth? Hi Kaile, just so you know I’m a trained killer. Can I meet your parents?
So the smart money said cut and run. Leave before he got in any deeper and could walk away under his terms. But since when did he do the intelligent thing? The easy thing? Plus, despite all stories to the contrary, being a criminal didn’t mean you didn’t have a heart – you were just selective in whom you opened it to. And right now, he’d laid out the welcome mat and wedged the door open.
He nodded as she spoke, as much for the fact he could hear her speak as the actual advice. “No, not a starfighter. And live-in would be good. No telling how long I might want to lock myself away from people I don’t want to meet. But I can’t imagine anyone letting you be saddled with cleaning duties.” Was he really talking about such banal matters? And was he actually volunteering to clean the bathroom and do the dishes? "But yes, a freighter. Maybe a light one. And new, I like new things – unless it’s a unique ship, then I might be willing to slide on that requirement.”
“And it sounds like you have something in mind?”