"You have no idea," was the honest response he gave to Blackthorne's comment about him practicing rolling his eyes. Her follow-up comment, however, was returned by little more than a snort of derision. The Sith did, however, file away the information that the woman provided regarding her own relation to Amorella Darke, more out of sheer morbid curiosity than anything else.
Casually, Caid slid into the soft cushions of the chair, one leg still dangling lazily over the arm he'd previously been sitting upon. "It was abrupt. I would argue the shame was how he lived his final years with respect to what he'd once been." Truth be told, Caid never knew the 'Old Cameron'...not much at least. The bulk of their interactions had been in the last several years, but he knew the man had a much more involved history with destruction and terror. Perhaps in those days he could have forgiven the man's absence, so busy conquering worlds and governments. The Cameron he knew, however, was something of a vagrant, drifting through the fringes of the galaxy until he, apparently, landed in the Moross Crusade and the arms of Amorella Darke.
It would be the life of a God that drew in a man like Cameron....though the notes Caid had read indicated perhaps it was more about some balance between light and dark. Sounds like his father had taken that to quite a literal meaning in his marriage. "But that's all personal opinion." Bright gaze focused in on Blackthorne. "So. Why piracy then? Which reminds me..."
Caid's left hand raised just as his personal datapad flew from the surface of his desk into his hands. As of a couple minutes ago, it was, in fact, the only datapad he possessed. Waiting for a response from the Captain, he set about logging into the records management system.
Casually, Caid slid into the soft cushions of the chair, one leg still dangling lazily over the arm he'd previously been sitting upon. "It was abrupt. I would argue the shame was how he lived his final years with respect to what he'd once been." Truth be told, Caid never knew the 'Old Cameron'...not much at least. The bulk of their interactions had been in the last several years, but he knew the man had a much more involved history with destruction and terror. Perhaps in those days he could have forgiven the man's absence, so busy conquering worlds and governments. The Cameron he knew, however, was something of a vagrant, drifting through the fringes of the galaxy until he, apparently, landed in the Moross Crusade and the arms of Amorella Darke.
It would be the life of a God that drew in a man like Cameron....though the notes Caid had read indicated perhaps it was more about some balance between light and dark. Sounds like his father had taken that to quite a literal meaning in his marriage. "But that's all personal opinion." Bright gaze focused in on Blackthorne. "So. Why piracy then? Which reminds me..."
Caid's left hand raised just as his personal datapad flew from the surface of his desk into his hands. As of a couple minutes ago, it was, in fact, the only datapad he possessed. Waiting for a response from the Captain, he set about logging into the records management system.
