He expected to be restrained and searched. He was unarmed, he didn't plan to fight back. He had nothing that would allow him to communicate on his person, he didn't even know who he would call. Anyone he could call wouldn't bother to help him, the one person he trusted had been the person who had killed him. Kei adjusted his jacket one last time, running his hand through his hair. He expected it to be a long time until he was free from his restraints.
He offered out his hands.
"The armour in question is buried deep on Corellia, under my own estate. It is locked up tight, I know the person who killed me made sure no-one else would ever be able to become controlled. As for the restraints, I expected as much. I understand that neither of you trust me, I know neither one of you has a reason to trust me. I shot a padawan because I was reckless and stupid. I did stupid things, for that I expect to be hated"
He flicked his eyes to Asaraa.
"I would like, if you would, a private chance to talk to you. To apologise. Once I'm bound, I can't run anywhere. You can even hold me at lightsaber point if it makes you feel comfortable. Someone also needs to water the plants while I'm away, I expect I won't be returning for a while. Hopefully someone will let the Queen know I won't be able to attend Commenor business for a while, you understand?"
He grinned, just slightly.