Alone In The Station [Nallia]

[Syravari Elik]

He watched her as she spoke, knowing her lack of confidence was borne from a life of servitude and he hated that. If there was going to be one thing that he would accomplish in this one it was to make her harder. She already had that trait in her from years of abuse from the warehouse foreman on the station that he found her on, but it wasn't enough yet. Finishing off his drink in one long gulp, he leaned over and set his empty tumbler on the table, then reclined again. "Stop apologizing," he stated, his eyes colder than she was used to. "You do with your money whatever you want to; you earned it. No one's ever going to tell you what to do, ever again. Not while I live." His adrenaline began pumping at the thought of someone else hurting her, eyes narrowed. "This life's not an easy one and no one gives you anything. You've gotta take it for yourself."

Turning on the couch to face her more squarely, he sighed. "There's a beast in there," he glanced to her heart, then back up. "Gotta let it out once in a while, especially if you're gonna stick with me. People I deal with and meet aren't always the nicest ones in the galaxy. Some will even try to manipulate you or take you for their own. Gotta beat their ass first and show them you're not someone that's gonna take any of their shit. Let that fighter in you, out." There was more that he would have to do to get her ready, if she was willing. "You're not that victim anymore. Take all that shit that he put you through and turn it into fuel."

Relaxing a bit, he grinned wryly. "This Weequay sticks around here once the place is done, then talk to him again. May have a new position for you at the casino if you want it, and we're on the station." Though they would be gone more than here, he knew.