"Ah, you want those. You want to kill me, do it.. cut me down.."
It wouldn't be the first time that she would psychoanalyze the man, or any man, by the contents of the words he spewed. He seemed so daring, so intimidating, to so many others but she could only hear the desire for a final curtain call being made - sweet release from a reality that ground him down like an herb between a mortar and pestle. She could relate, perhaps the sole reason behind her desire to walk with him towards their mutual goal instead of the family she'd walked away from, but she felt that desire, even this one, to be rather lacking in comparison to her own. Like a spark, a mere flame swaying precariously in the night, to the billowing inferno that consumed her from within. She knew he'd act like his words were ironic, simple taunts to provoke understanding that such an idea might have been an exercise in futility, but they were two of the same breed and there had never been a moment she had not been watching.
Her gaze moved towards Kyrel Ren and recalled their duet on Ziost, the way he'd tapped into a similar vein of anger that had possessed her at the time. The more monstrous side of her wasn't quite so far removed from the kind of disturbance that Kyrel brought with him, so she found it rather fitting, then, to be here beside the two where it would all come to an end. Unlike the Sith lord that had managed to bring the two of them onto the same side, however, she hadn't spent quite as much time determining just who Kyrel Ren really was - her understanding of him was only skin-deep, perhaps placing her right among the ranks of people that the angst-ridden man wanted to kill. The other two, Jem Fossk and Khamul Kryze , were not quite so familiar to her despite having met, at least in passing, the latter of the two. Their significance, being here, was to Solipsis if she had to guess - they were certainly unimportant to her.
"I would have expected them to be better prepared than.. this."
She eyed Cotan Sar'andor and Asha Vynea at last, regarding them, perhaps mistakenly, as the only ones that had anticipated a more surgical start to what was about to begin. Putting a stop to the Tho Yor was impressive, about as impressive as any singular individual might be, and her head turned to smugly consider Darth Solipsis 's reaction. He was used to getting his way, or at least finding a way to make the best of a bad situation, but this was a gambit where there was only one outcome he could be willing to accept and she wondered just how much this touched at his nerves.
'I expected all of them to be more prepared than this.'