Had Aden been in the Bull's place, Aden thought he'd have started screaming long ago. He noted the way that glass went down, slight raise of the eyebrows indicating that he was paying attention. He wondered if the other man wanted to scream, at the moment. Curse an unfair fate. The killing was part of that maybe- necessary to get stubborn emotions out, Aden thought. Maybe at the end of the day, at least five deities would have turned their eyes away and the Force would go to hang out somewhere else for a while.
That would have been the case if it was him.
Whether it would turn out to that for the Iron Bull remained to be seen. Aden wasn't shy either way- he could handle it, whatever it was.
"Theron? Yeah he's... He's great, really. Better than I deserve."
There was a bit of emotion there, in his voice. Something contemplative. Honest, though. He was a good liar, but this wasn't something that needed lying about.
He nodded for the Bull to follow along, so they could make their way to the cargo hold then. Mostly empty save for a sliding door at the back of the room, which Aden moved over to and unlocked- the click of the lock popping open followed by the rattle of the door automatically pulling itself back to reveal the weapons held within. Knives both utilitarian and fancy- equal parts weaponry that was in use and part of a collection. Explosives, too, in secure crates on the floor. Vials full of liquid that looked like they wouldn't be very fun to come in contact with.
Definitely weapons better suited to a man around Aden's size. Some of the blades looked complicated- the hilts and the blades looking more like a delivery system for something far nastier than a cut if the grooves in the metal were anything to go by.
"He's from the Republic, originally. When I met him we were... Well. Enemies, really. I wanted to kill him. I'm sure he wanted to do the same to me to put an end to all the ghost stories. Tends to be what happens when you put two spies in the same room together, you know? Someone ends up with their throat slit or with a knife in their back. These days though I just try to kill him by giving him heart attacks and making him age about ten years in ten seconds by doing something unbelievably stupid."
Aden had killed his share of Republic agents throughout the years. Not Theron though- he was happy about that. He picked out a pair of knives for himself, slipping them into fastenings on the inside of his coat meant to conceal them- and then he stepped aside to look at the vials of poisons and acids, mostly to make space for the other man to approach and look through the knives himself if he wanted to.
As for how easily the words came to him, well- It wasn't like who and what he was was going to be able to stay a secret. Even aside from their unique situation, Aden was far past the point where he was of any use as a spy considering more or less the entire galaxy had seen his face and experienced the outcomes of what he'd fought for.
This wasn't the train.
Arm's length didn't matter so much here, surrounded by people who were in the know and assumed the same for everyone else too. And the past and present were easier to chat about than other things. Easier to chat about than the train too, much as those missing memories kept jabbing icy needles of anxiety into him ever so often.
"Never pictured myself with a human, either. Always thought I'd meet some nice Chiss boy or girl to settle down with, you know? Well- daydreamed, really. Retirement looks a bit different when you don't officially exist. Less like a family and home to go back to and more like an unmarked grave or a ditch somewhere."
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That would have been the case if it was him.
Whether it would turn out to that for the Iron Bull remained to be seen. Aden wasn't shy either way- he could handle it, whatever it was.
"Theron? Yeah he's... He's great, really. Better than I deserve."
There was a bit of emotion there, in his voice. Something contemplative. Honest, though. He was a good liar, but this wasn't something that needed lying about.
He nodded for the Bull to follow along, so they could make their way to the cargo hold then. Mostly empty save for a sliding door at the back of the room, which Aden moved over to and unlocked- the click of the lock popping open followed by the rattle of the door automatically pulling itself back to reveal the weapons held within. Knives both utilitarian and fancy- equal parts weaponry that was in use and part of a collection. Explosives, too, in secure crates on the floor. Vials full of liquid that looked like they wouldn't be very fun to come in contact with.
Definitely weapons better suited to a man around Aden's size. Some of the blades looked complicated- the hilts and the blades looking more like a delivery system for something far nastier than a cut if the grooves in the metal were anything to go by.
"He's from the Republic, originally. When I met him we were... Well. Enemies, really. I wanted to kill him. I'm sure he wanted to do the same to me to put an end to all the ghost stories. Tends to be what happens when you put two spies in the same room together, you know? Someone ends up with their throat slit or with a knife in their back. These days though I just try to kill him by giving him heart attacks and making him age about ten years in ten seconds by doing something unbelievably stupid."
Aden had killed his share of Republic agents throughout the years. Not Theron though- he was happy about that. He picked out a pair of knives for himself, slipping them into fastenings on the inside of his coat meant to conceal them- and then he stepped aside to look at the vials of poisons and acids, mostly to make space for the other man to approach and look through the knives himself if he wanted to.
As for how easily the words came to him, well- It wasn't like who and what he was was going to be able to stay a secret. Even aside from their unique situation, Aden was far past the point where he was of any use as a spy considering more or less the entire galaxy had seen his face and experienced the outcomes of what he'd fought for.
This wasn't the train.
Arm's length didn't matter so much here, surrounded by people who were in the know and assumed the same for everyone else too. And the past and present were easier to chat about than other things. Easier to chat about than the train too, much as those missing memories kept jabbing icy needles of anxiety into him ever so often.
"Never pictured myself with a human, either. Always thought I'd meet some nice Chiss boy or girl to settle down with, you know? Well- daydreamed, really. Retirement looks a bit different when you don't officially exist. Less like a family and home to go back to and more like an unmarked grave or a ditch somewhere."