Siobhan listened to the story, clamping down on her anger to give it her full attention, though with every line the bile in her seemed to rise to new heights. Her droid hand clenched into her fist. When Tegaea was done she sighed and hugged her. A tear formed in the corner of her flesh eye as well.
"Tegs...I'm sorry, so sorry for what you went through, what you heard today," she started, pulling her closer. "I don't believe him. That uncle of yours, his story about 'saving' you. Why would your father call the SWAT team and risk you, your mother just because of some principle?"
She tried to keep her anger down, which all too easily threatened to become overpowering and turn her to thoughts of violence. "It makes no sense. And then your uncle killed him and didn't show any remorse for it and gained from it. He's blood, he's your uncle, I know, but real family doesn't do that. And real family doesn't just suddenly just show up when you finally made it and try to draw into a life of leeches. A life just like that of the bloody Hutts he claims he wanted to save you from."
Siobhan had a very suspicious mind, but it seemed all too convenient that Zev would contact Tegaea so shortly after she'd achieved such success, at least to her. But then, that might be just Siobhan. "I'm sorry, but you did the right thing. You're better than him. You're a great woman, Tegs. You fought your way out of the slums to rise to the top, you helped make Omega what it is. That's more than anything he could ever do. If drawing you into his enterprise is his idea of love, then it ain't worth it. And...I'm here for you."