With each step and heightened word, Vulpesen grew more wary of his situation. Subtly, his stance changed. A fot moved back just enough to give him balance, and his hands folded in front of him, mindful not to interlace his fingers lest they lock together in a moment of need. It was easy to sense Krest's anger, though it was odd to hear it among thanks. Then, he spoke the true reason for his disdain, the reason Krest was now attacking the man before him, and one word stuck out in Vulpesen's mind. Let.
With a growl, Vulpesen swerve right, putting himself on Krest's outside edge to prevent an easy shot with his left arm. He could hear the rush of wind by his ear as a meaty fist displaced the air beside his head, something which would no doubt have been painful, possibly incapacitating had it met flesh and bone. Rocking off his heels, Vulpesen launched himself back, gaining some distance between himself and Krest while his hands rose up in a guard position. "Let? She was a free woman, Krest! But do you think for an instant I wouldn't have locked her down if I thought she'd go to the sith like that?" Even as he said it, he felt a tinge of doubt in himself. He had done what he could, done even what he should have... But it still hurt to know that she had disappeared under his watch. Always had. And while it might have gotten better, it was likely that it always would.
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