Me: “Oh, very nice, Obsidian, you think you’re gonna get me to sympathize with this assassin just because she’s hot? You’re lucky I’m doing a light side run or-”
Visas Marr, gently and with vulnerability: “My life for your’s.”
Me: “I WILL PROTECT YOU AT ALL COSTS”
It should be telling that the only sane female party member was Mira. And I’m not even sure that’s true.
Definitely not, she’s a total sociopath.
- Do you understand men?
Sure, they’re easy. That’s why I dress like this. When they’re looking down to check you out, you can usually smash them on the base of the skull, or deliver an uppercut that knocks them flat.
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You make it sound… easy.
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That could work. I guess.
Mira: It’s simple - when you want a man, you jab him with a Bothan Stunner, then while he’s screaming in pain, slap some stun cuffs on him. Then starve him for two or three days until he becomes open to suggestion, then double-check his bounty and see if he’s worth anything.
- That sounds more like hunting.
Mira: Call it what you want. Me, I love my targets.
