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[narcissithstic]

HATRED all will suffer for their crimes.	SERVICE within it, glory beyond measure.
CONTROL chaos brought to heel through pain.	FEAR failure, weakness, mediocrity...

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[erbier]

( Beyond the port. )

[ Somewhere with as much greenery as she could get, how unsurprising. ]

( Northwest of our touchdown. )

[ Touching feet back to the ground, the way she visualizes does not quite allow for 'landing site' ]

[narcissithstic]

You have enough supplies to manage?

[Trade is limited already, and he can sense it— the coming storm.]

[erbier]

( Supplies enough. I need little. )

[ She is very good at living with nothing. ]

( My electronic can direct me to more, if it becomes necessary. )

[ She means the datapad, she means Angel. ]

[narcissithstic]

Do you care what happens to him? [Ren's attempts at conversation so often read as an interrogation, rather than anything socially acceptable. Still, there's purpose to it.]

Rogers.

[erbier]

[ Such a complicated question. It disturbs her to say she cares about anyone beyond whatever figure she has taken to worshipping now... and yet. ]

( It would be painful to lose him. )

[ Answer enough, maybe? ]

[narcissithstic]

Then I'll send him to you.

[Because if he spends another second staring into Steve's fragile, stupid little face as things are right now, he might find himself close to breaking it.]

[erbier]

[ Hmm. ]

( Very well. )

[ She would prefer the trade rather than see one of her plants get bruised.... ]

[narcissithstic]

[As usual, he gives no response the moment his expectations are met: no expression of gratitude, no further wish for her safety.

She is competent, she has killed; if need be, she will defend herself, and should the situation worsen, Steve Rogers is not the worst companion to have by her side. It's enough.

And with that, the connection ends.]