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Dear gods, Revan looks practically chipper today.
He flops onto the nearest couch, as only a Dark Lord can flop, with a nice, big grin on his face.
"When was the last time you felt wanted?" he asks. "In any context of the word."
"What are your thoughts on incarceration?"
His smile widens. "What would you do with a prisoner of war who happens to have once been a friend? I have already ruled out torture, just so you know."
He flops onto the nearest couch, as only a Dark Lord can flop, with a nice, big grin on his face.
"When was the last time you felt wanted?" he asks. "In any context of the word."
"What are your thoughts on incarceration?"
His smile widens. "What would you do with a prisoner of war who happens to have once been a friend? I have already ruled out torture, just so you know."