Coruscant, The Core Worlds
"The nightmare was always the same. Violent shapes moving in darkness, old and ugly. The killer's mad laughter was a riddle filled with wicked innuendo."
"Credits aren't an issue for me so that's out of the question. Let's talk about power."
Arekk had been feeling the temptation to leave out the criminal life once and for all, with a justified reason such as Jyn's death, but something kept dragging him every time his mind thought of such thing. One last job, one last everything. When it would be the last one for real? Maybe his time would come soon until there were no more things left to do.
He didn't want to think about that, not now. Aren had already been associating herself with the same common thugs that he did and as an older brother he disliked that tenfold but one's got to survives somehow. She had that Daesharacor blood that calls you to do thing on your own, to take risks and be willing to take matters into your own hands.
"I want to know what would you be able to offer me. I'm a considerate person, Mr Tarkhan, so don't think I'll ask for something outrageous." A classic way of negotiating a deal without beating the bush around, straight to the point. "All ears."
Arekk's blue pools darted on his little sister's as if he was going to swallow her soul as her hands reached out to grab food out of his plate, a robotic hand engulfing her own in an attempt to stop her. The metal was cold just like he was during 'business', it practically screamed for her to stop.
The glint in his eyes showed the void that Jyn had left behind, the scars that continue to bleed and that are invisible to the natural eye.