He nodded and agreed at her statements silently, a smile beaming in knowledge of something hidden plastered on his mug.
"That was all before I met you, Serena was before I met you, Adas was unborn in her belly before I met you." He stated plainly, as usual she was right... yet not entirely.
"And you're right, out of every woman in the galaxy I have shown my affection for only you denied my advances." He said, now doing something he never once dared to even think of doing. He leaned in, so close he could smell the steam of the tea she prepared all day on her skin and clothes and traced a finger clearing a bang of hair from her face. He didint have to read her mind, as a Sith he could literally taste and feel emotions as if they were tangible, physical things in the material world.
She had love for him, he could sense it, feel it, he could touch it as if it emanated from her very soul. Before it was tightly hidden, now there were cracks in the armor.
"But you're overlooking one important detail." He said placing one index finger in his lips, making the gesture of a secret, his yellow eyes shining bright for a flashing millisecond. He took his hand and placed it on hers, upon contact Mythos used the force to show her what was left of his heart. It would feel like watching a movie, she would see the depths of his soul, his faults and insecurities, the pain and suffering of death and rebirth, but most importantly she would see that the only vestige of the light that remained inside his soul, was his love for her.
Now the puzzle would be complete, even as a Sith King before she came his path on the ways of the Sith was stalwart and absolute. It was her that changed him, his constant desire to attain her literally made him follow the light.
As quickly as it came it vanished, he retracted his hand and settled back into the chair. For a few seconds their lips were extremely close and temptation oozed from the force itself.
He cleared his throat and smiled, he knew now what they both knew.
"As for daggers, I never figured you being afraid of people and their opinions. Or assasination attempts" His tone was jesting, but he was only half joking. If she truly wanted to she would have stayed, if she truly cared about him the way he cared about her... the way she cared about Veire...
He shook his head and got the thought out of it. She spoke of purging and to that he knew more than his fair share, but it wasnt like Atrisia. He himself had purged an entire continent when he burned the tree of life... the difference was he knew it was necessary... he had The Ancient Eye.
"You're right again but these wars, these chaotic times ahead of us are necessary for creating the perfect galaxy". He opened his shirt, doing so he once again realized... this was the 8th time he had to take his shirt off in front of her, so he stopped and just pulled The Ancient Eye from his necklace.
The Eye was unlike any object had ever shown her, it took an entire faction and empire to build and it wasnt even half way done. The object was small but it radiated a metric ton of dark side energy the likes of which not even the Ax of Adas could stand against.
"This is the Ancient Eye, this is the object I created an empire to collect and it's not even complete". As she brought over the tea he passed the relic across the table covered with leather and Sith Runes. The smell was quite nice, the sight of her turning around was also quite nice, she wouldn't notice when he bit his lower lip instinctively.
"I know you couldn't kill me but that's because I am more powerful than any force wielding warrior I have come across in the last twenty years." He smiled and spoke in his usual overconfident, booming voice. As the tea was served he relaxed again and took a sip, it tasted different than any tea he ever had and he did not know if the effects were instant.
"The Eye" He began, gesturing to the relic between them and taking another sip of the tea.
"Is not only a weapon but an Iris for the future, what other Masters around the galaxy train and fail to achieve the Eye very easily does. Through the eye, meditation and training one attuned to its power can easily see the future, far enough to include but not limit itself to."
He paused, tapped twice the table and leaned back. He looked at the thing, the black, pulsating heart whose tendrils seemed to stench on endlessly in the immaterial thread of the force.
"Decades, centuries... millenia"
Her question caught him off guard, he remembered earlier and decided to throw caution into the wind. To hell with subtlety, it was literally now or never. He cleared his throat, decided to test the tea. Could he lie?
He tried to say something along the lines of 'Dying was easy, resurrecting was painless.' However he physically could not, as much force as he could muster he simply could not lie. He blurted out.
"Dying was horrible!" He chuckled after that and nodded.
"Tea does it job, good. Now for your question".
Like he was drinking, like the tea were shot glasses, he downed not one, not two but three cups of the tea in rapid succession, the heat of it burning his lips and chest as it slightly spilled.
Shaking it off and staring her dead in the eye.... he said.
"Because I love you, I never want you to leave my side again and I want you to get on that speeder, come with me and never once need anything again. I will carve out a house for you in Midvinter or keep you by my side on my Star Destroyer. You can be as uninvolved or as involved as you like. I just don't want you to leave, ever again."
It was one of the hardest things he ever had to say, not because he was shy, not because it was hard but because her rejection would feel like getting shot by a blaster bolt. And Mythos, hated getting shot by plasma.
"If you change your mind, if for whatever reason you wish to leave you can come back here with one of my starfighters I have plenty. What do you have to lose?"
Kay-Larr