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"Nah, Just an ass" She chuckles. She was indeed an ass. A smartass especially, A "Mir'shebs" in mando'a. "Anyway, I guess I'll have to try the range a little, But... There has to be something I can do that doesn't involve blasting some poor fool, Paper or otherwise, Right? I just... >Sigh<" There is a momentary pause as she sips her tea, Leaning back in her seat as she sets it down, Letting her shoulders drop and her hands rest in her lap, Noticeably absent from her weapon for once.
"I wish I was good at something other than war... I know I keep up the "Hard merc" rep and all, And I can't leave our way of life behind, I don't want to. But sometimes I wish I could take a break. Live like these Aruetiise for a few weeks, Maybe settle down with someone that understands me... Kriffing hell, That'd be the day."
"It'll never happen though."
It had been so long since she'd let something like this slip. The last time was with her partner, Darsch Vizsla, Whom she hadn't seen in years. She could trust that woman with anything, And they always had each other's backs. Hell, She wondered if she'd have been the one to settle down with if things had been better. But things were different now. All she'd known since the Red Coronation was fighting for the highest bidder or for Survival. She loved the fight, The rush of it all, But never the aftermath. Whether it was her body or conscience, It Always hurt. She'd been holding it in for so long, Things like this just bubbled to the surface sometimes, And it was like her emotional control had been blasted out the window for a moment. She'd have to put on her face again, Convince everyone, Even herself, That everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
"So yeah, What about you? Got someone you might take off the helmet for?" She giggles quietly to herself.