Crime Lord
He was fully expecting to be met with violence. A hug though? Xyoz blinked in confusion, watching Shai Maji for a moment. Even as dumb as he currently was, with all the memories hazy and blank, this was something he just.. Remembered. Fake skin, fake warmth from the cybernetics and all, this was what he remembered. And only now did he realize how much he missed it. He held her close, gently running his claws through her hair. Trying to be that source of comfort.
She didn't want him to leave. That alone brought an odd sense of joy. And fear. After all the pain he'd gone through just in their first meeting together, he held no doubt that she would end him. He didn't have the words yet to express how much he didn't want that, so he just gave a very nervous smile and shook his head. He was here to stay.
"My name. Xyoz. Gnox. Sith name." Not a Darth name, more a pet name given to some immortal weapon. But he couldn't say that. Just.. Feel it. He frowned for a moment, obviously wanting to say more. But, it must be that much more frustrating for her. He lowered his head again, eyes downcast. ".. Sorry."