He stiffened in a way he told himself was subtle but in actuality probably wasn't as unnoticeable as he would have liked it to be. Although the way he lifted the rifle slightly might have distracted from it. The way she spoke to him was too casual; he didn't like it. Like she knew him. It rubbed him the wrong way in a manner he couldn't place, but also couldn't begin to try and sort out, not here in this moment. He couldn't allow himself to become distracted. That was no doubt what she wanted, a tactic to let her try and get the upper hand.
"You're lucky they want you alive." he remarked coldly. Deflection when uncomfortable may have been a true habit but the manner in which he did so was different. Being threatening hadn't been in his nature before and whether or not the new trait settled in well the Sith hadn't spent much time on since this sort of engagement wasn't part of their grand scheme. Killing didn't require conversation. Perhaps impulsivity was too well-ingrained in his psyche for them to have overridden in such relatively short timing.
Because he was certainly making this up as he went, given the goal had been to intimidate and terrorize her a bit if possible before leaving to kill more of her acquaintances. Not to allow conversation or get within striking distance.
Poe shifted a pace closer, keeping the rifle trained on her chest. "Or maybe not so lucky. Your friends died quickly. I doubt they'll give you that mercy." No, they weren't merciful at all. But pain was a useful teacher and tool of the dark — or so he'd been told, or overheard, at some point during hours and days that had blurred together. It wasn't important. All that was important was dealing with the Jedi.
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"You're lucky they want you alive." he remarked coldly. Deflection when uncomfortable may have been a true habit but the manner in which he did so was different. Being threatening hadn't been in his nature before and whether or not the new trait settled in well the Sith hadn't spent much time on since this sort of engagement wasn't part of their grand scheme. Killing didn't require conversation. Perhaps impulsivity was too well-ingrained in his psyche for them to have overridden in such relatively short timing.
Because he was certainly making this up as he went, given the goal had been to intimidate and terrorize her a bit if possible before leaving to kill more of her acquaintances. Not to allow conversation or get within striking distance.
Poe shifted a pace closer, keeping the rifle trained on her chest. "Or maybe not so lucky. Your friends died quickly. I doubt they'll give you that mercy." No, they weren't merciful at all. But pain was a useful teacher and tool of the dark — or so he'd been told, or overheard, at some point during hours and days that had blurred together. It wasn't important. All that was important was dealing with the Jedi.