[ I had his back as he's had mine, many times earlier. Says the no-name man. Who dismisses Sarica by sitting down and starting in on his weapon once more, bringing the notion of conflict and an outside war into the Capital, right at the heart of the nation. Haven't they got enough in their own wars? Hasn't Sarica got enough in this trembling rage that runs beneath his skin, making him flex his fingers into fists again and again at his sides. His features don't change much, but his body in on high alert. Everything in him wants to destroy and pull apart and put back together and have and keep.
He blinks. By the Mysteries, pull yourself together, man.
Relaxing his shoulders forcibly, Sarica looks the soldier over and decides that for Anakin's sake, he really is welcome here and can stay as long as he wants. But if there's any talk of taking Anakin with him, when he inevitably leaves? Oh, he will make Efith a space-faring planet, just for that. Just for that.
All of these thoughts passing over his face in relative silence, Sarica finally smiles with a huff of breath to it, almost a laugh and nods his head at the man and his weapon, strange things that will be familiar to Anakin when he gets here and for that, it has its place. He says, back to pleasant and back to relative calm, ]
For that, you have my thanks.
[ The words are softer than most of the rest, genuine. True. He nods towards the juice sitting next to him on the bench and tells him to have a drink, the heat will only get worse from here, before crossing over the courtyard to the front door, Juila waiting inside, throwing it open in expectation as he walks up to it.
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He blinks. By the Mysteries, pull yourself together, man.
Relaxing his shoulders forcibly, Sarica looks the soldier over and decides that for Anakin's sake, he really is welcome here and can stay as long as he wants. But if there's any talk of taking Anakin with him, when he inevitably leaves? Oh, he will make Efith a space-faring planet, just for that. Just for that.
All of these thoughts passing over his face in relative silence, Sarica finally smiles with a huff of breath to it, almost a laugh and nods his head at the man and his weapon, strange things that will be familiar to Anakin when he gets here and for that, it has its place. He says, back to pleasant and back to relative calm, ]
For that, you have my thanks.
[ The words are softer than most of the rest, genuine. True. He nods towards the juice sitting next to him on the bench and tells him to have a drink, the heat will only get worse from here, before crossing over the courtyard to the front door, Juila waiting inside, throwing it open in expectation as he walks up to it.
His servants have long, long ears. ]