//bloop. mutuals only, potentially selective.

//two’s inquisitor programming is what happens when you cross death trooper conditioning with whatever the hell they were doing on tantiss

//hajdhshsjs ali and I with the same brain cell

the target was difficult. [ it’s said without any care or judgement, just as something that happened. ] most of it is on the shoulder.

their head tilting farther than one should, two makes a quiet growling sound, reaching for the saber on their belt. they hadn’t needed it for their target, but this man… “jedi are mine.”

[ there’s no hint in the inquisitor’s face that the touch causes pain. a bit of blood bubbles to the surface and emerges from the wound. ] understood. [ they sit there, placid, waiting. the fun part, the hunt, is over. now things will just be…boring, until the next mission. ]

//they absolutely are in pain btw they’ve just been conditioned to ignore it

on the other side of the hatch stands two, in more casual clothing than usual, looking almost…nervous? no, that can’t be it. “…I’m bored.”

staring off into space. zero thoughts.

walks in. hears talk of reconditioning. walks out.

awake. roaming the halls. haunted.

not kestis…

…

feeling…lucid. they’ll have to hide that.

pacing around their tiny quarters.