Cairyn Midore
Use may be fatal.
Cairyn scoffed. "Please. If the Minister died, they'd just replace like they'd do either of us. Big deal." His glare had subsided, now a deadly calm. "Try and, uh, put me down as much as you want," Only now did he get up from the floor, dusting his clothes free of whatever had been on the floor before him. He called after her, raising his voice so any nearby on the submersible could hear, the exaggerated friendliness masking his bloodlust. "I'll just bounce back when ya least expect it." He wanted to find some way to make Grace pay for every transgression she'd committed in his twisted mind, but that'd have to wait. The sooner he was back on Geonosis, back to his pets, the better.
[member="Lady Psyona"]