"The
plants are strong," Claudia retorted, resting her hands on her hips. "And if I had known you were going to go full Jedi Ninja—"
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Right,> Kai interrupted. <I think we've had enough excitement for one day.>
"Oh, I'm ready to go for another six rounds with you, Kai," Claudia said. "Just not with Isis and her spinny death sticks that burned all my plants!"
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Her name is Iris.>
"With a name like that, is her true form a floating eyeball? Pretty sure that's a species somewhere..."
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And if you're not training against lightsabers, who do you expect to be fighting?> Kai continued, crossing his arms. <
Petty thugs? Bounty hunters? Wild animals? Zombies?>
Something in the look he gave Claudia seemed to communicate something between them, a shared knowledge that Iris, still in the dark as to their true nature, wouldn't understand. She drooped under the intensity of his gaze.
"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that, with all that's been happening... and Boz Pity... I wonder if I should even bother."
<
Don't be sorry. Just take it seriously.>
"Why should I?" she shot back. "I probably won't even be alive for much longer.
This will kill me before anything else does!" She hit her thigh, or what was left of it. Instead of the slap of flesh against flesh, they heard the dull
thump of her palm striking solid wood. "You know that."
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I do.>
"Then why don't you act like it?"
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Because it's not a conversation we should be having here,> Kai replied, already heading for the door. Along the way, he shot a rueful glance toward Iris. <
I think I had better take her home. Sorry, Iris.>