Location: @The Sprawl, Geonosis
Tag: [member="Shakti Sweet"]
Learning to fight. Learning to kill. Malphas has power I need.
As her natural voice rumbled within his mind, the immediate result would be confusion. Her presence was a weight upon his psyche - a welcome shadow that the Ghost allowed to permeate his inner thoughts. As her Rook, it did her no favors for him to hold his tongue - especially when it was his responsibility to keep her alive during sorties and the like. Therefore, he made no attempt to hide his confusion, for she would see the images which fluttered to mind. Glimpses of their numerous sparring matches. Their meeting upon the vessel. Time after time where the fiery-haired woman had managed to earn and command his respect through her strength alone.
Yet this Malphas...The Vicelord's right hand commanded power that she needed? She was strong. Stronger than she gave herself credit for. Sure, she wasn't able to raise the dead or anything absurd but...the sum of people in the Galaxy who could were less than one hundred he was sure. Right?
But, after a moment of confusion, she'd feel something else. The haze of confusion broke almost immediately because Ephraim trusted her. Yes, he was worried. More so than a Rook had any right to be...but, if she was certain, then he'd be there to patch her up. She'd feel that quiet acceptance as his eyes followed her to the sink. Raising the bottle, he indulged in his own swig as the water began to run. "You already know how to do both of those things pretty damn well if you ask me. My jaw's been witness to that."
His words were uttered with a humorous tone - not to be taken seriously. "Question is, what will you do with that power when you're done training? You got a score to settle with a god? Or do you just want to get me back for the lockers?"
