[The moment his saber connects his back is alight with searing agony, twin to the scavenger's own. And yet as it wanes there's a security to be found in it, how she buckles where he'd struck, collapsing at last without any further struggle.

Catching his breath he waits, watches for any sign that she might still somehow prove capable of lashing out— and then, satisfied with the familiarity of the image before him, he moves to step over her, across the smoking wound along her spine towards what still lies clutched within her hand.]

You should have listened. [He would have spared her the agony of it, the humiliation, if nothing else. Instead, she chose to give her loyalty to liars and traitors. Valuing their loss over his existence.

Ever the baseline of his life.] I could have taught you everything.

[Bitterly he reaches down, plucking the saber from between her useless fingertips, pausing only long enough to admire the weight of it against his palm.]

Welcome to the Nest, scavenger. [Rising, he clips it to his belt before lifting a hand to press against his wounded side, stalking back down the freshly marred hallway. ] Stay out of my way, or the next time, you join him.