“You’re a Sith pawn, whatever you think you are, you are just another deluded fool,” he said casually.
“I usually do good work, I took pride in my occupation but eh… if Zash wants me back, she can try. I doubt it, she isn’t as sentimental as you may think, and it’s what keeps her alive I guess. Old Sith are like that, in my observation. Attachments just like the Jedi are dangerous, too many external weaknesses for someone to exploit,” he said.
“I mean you got the Turtle… you’re attachment to Moyr, I mean I could go on and on. Look I don’t care what you do, you won, throw yourself a parade. Like I said, I am retired, and retirement is expensive, cost an arm at least…. Looking to keep my legs,” he said ruefully.
“You want vengeance, its normal but I am just the messenger, well was. Moyr has enemies; every Sith does and those enemies are your enemies. She is fighting above her weight class and she got lucky, she is still alive. None of it matters to me, no juice in it,” he said lying back on his bed.