[They stick out like sore thumbs among some of Trench's denizens. Different. Brighter. A hint of danger, not that Cassandra is aware of the myriad of things Maul has done in this lifetime in the name of the Sith. But the mere concept of an eternal battle between light and dark won't be lost on her when the time comes for it.
His voice most definitely doesn't match his appearance, and that fact ripples across Cassandra's face when she finally lays her eyes on him. After dealing with the murderous and mutilated cultists, she understood that she may find herself faced with any manner and shape of local. Some, she might recognize. Some, she didn't. Her surprise at Maul's... everything, however short it seems before Cassandra regains control of her face, is clear.]
I do. It's mine.
[She affirms, the slightest nod of her blue hair. The bright gemstone on her chest glimmers in the light, even as the light within it seems to fade.]
sorry for the wait!
His voice most definitely doesn't match his appearance, and that fact ripples across Cassandra's face when she finally lays her eyes on him. After dealing with the murderous and mutilated cultists, she understood that she may find herself faced with any manner and shape of local. Some, she might recognize. Some, she didn't. Her surprise at Maul's... everything, however short it seems before Cassandra regains control of her face, is clear.]
I do. It's mine.
[She affirms, the slightest nod of her blue hair. The bright gemstone on her chest glimmers in the light, even as the light within it seems to fade.]
I worked hard to get it.