Acier Moonbound
Rogue Wolf
Location: Republic Space - [REDACTED]
Ace inclined his head in a small nod. He couldn't argue with her closing words, and for once, he didn't feel the need to try.
Dominique confirmed she couldn't release him, but that didn't bother him. He wouldn't have wanted to walk out anyway. When she remarked that he seemed to be in a better place mentally... spiritually... A dry, humorless huff escaped him.
"...It's a low bar."
Silence settled between them after that. But her words, about it never being too late, not until one was dead - they lingered. His expression shifted almost imperceptibly, his jaw loosening just enough to betray that they'd found their mark. He offered no reply.
When Dominique admitted she'd be keeping track of him throughout his incarceration, Ace simply nodded once. Completely unsurprised by that.
As she turned to leave, his eyes followed her to the doorway. "Don't go too easy on me."
It wasn't sarcasm or self-pity. Just a quiet request before the door closed behind her.
Dominique Vexx
Ace never acknowledged the state of his body. The bruises, the stiffness, or the bacta spray she'd offered. None of it. His eyes stayed on Cora instead, studying her in silence.
She'd said the two of them had a lot to think about. She was right. And all Ace could offer in response was...
"Guess so..." She'd be leaving. He wouldn't. Thinking was about all he had left these days.
When she mentioned sending a technician to take a look at his prosthetic, Ace's gaze drifted down to the polished metal of his left forearm. His fingers flexed once, the servos answering with a faint mechanical whir.
"...Thanks." As Cora turned and began to leave, something caught in his throat. "Tell Fatine I'm--" But the words stopped there. He stood motionless for a long second before giving a faint shake of his head. "...Never mind."
Better she didn't hear from him. Better she forget him too. Ace remained where he was until Cora disappeared from view. Quietly, he found himself hoping she'd find whatever answer, or whatever peace, she was searching for where Lysander was concerned.
Some problems couldn't be solved. He hoped hers wasn't one of them.
Corazona von Ascania
Dominique confirmed she couldn't release him, but that didn't bother him. He wouldn't have wanted to walk out anyway. When she remarked that he seemed to be in a better place mentally... spiritually... A dry, humorless huff escaped him.
"...It's a low bar."
Silence settled between them after that. But her words, about it never being too late, not until one was dead - they lingered. His expression shifted almost imperceptibly, his jaw loosening just enough to betray that they'd found their mark. He offered no reply.
When Dominique admitted she'd be keeping track of him throughout his incarceration, Ace simply nodded once. Completely unsurprised by that.
As she turned to leave, his eyes followed her to the doorway. "Don't go too easy on me."
It wasn't sarcasm or self-pity. Just a quiet request before the door closed behind her.
Dominique Vexx
Ace never acknowledged the state of his body. The bruises, the stiffness, or the bacta spray she'd offered. None of it. His eyes stayed on Cora instead, studying her in silence.
She'd said the two of them had a lot to think about. She was right. And all Ace could offer in response was...
"Guess so..." She'd be leaving. He wouldn't. Thinking was about all he had left these days.
When she mentioned sending a technician to take a look at his prosthetic, Ace's gaze drifted down to the polished metal of his left forearm. His fingers flexed once, the servos answering with a faint mechanical whir.
"...Thanks." As Cora turned and began to leave, something caught in his throat. "Tell Fatine I'm--" But the words stopped there. He stood motionless for a long second before giving a faint shake of his head. "...Never mind."
Better she didn't hear from him. Better she forget him too. Ace remained where he was until Cora disappeared from view. Quietly, he found himself hoping she'd find whatever answer, or whatever peace, she was searching for where Lysander was concerned.
Some problems couldn't be solved. He hoped hers wasn't one of them.
Corazona von Ascania