Asajj
Daughter of Krest
Despite her state of somewhat excited shock, Asajj made mental notes about using the ability to force a suicide. As the two corpses moved she flickered her gaze to them, but quickly it came back to her master. "Yeah, it had only been monkeys before this." Her voice had a mixed tone, although not one that seemed disturbed by it, more confused. "It felt... good..." Should she be worried about her pleasure? Her instinct was to say no, she was a Sith and Sith killed without concern. However, she understood that someday she would have to be methodical about killing, and not become a mindless slaughterer like many Sith she had heard of.
"I'll get used to it I suppose." She added, still unsure what to make of it, but going along with it anyway. "Thanks for the training, it was helpful." Another glance went towards the dead slaves, before she added one more thing. "Maybe we could make it a permanent arrangement? I haven't really got an official master, my dad doesn't count."
[member="Darth Ophidia"]
"I'll get used to it I suppose." She added, still unsure what to make of it, but going along with it anyway. "Thanks for the training, it was helpful." Another glance went towards the dead slaves, before she added one more thing. "Maybe we could make it a permanent arrangement? I haven't really got an official master, my dad doesn't count."
[member="Darth Ophidia"]