Befuddled by the entire encounter, Eve stood there for several heartbeats trying to decide what to make of what had just happened.
This had to be one of the weirder moments of her life, which when one considered how screwed up her life was, said a lot.
But as she stood there, she realized something.
Curious, she picked it up and played it again.
“Shadowborne Chief Agent Reporting.”
Chief Agent would be his rank. Was Shadowborne his surname? Or was it like a Tavali Canting thing?
Suddenly, it dawned on her just how little she actually knew about the organization that ran pretty much every part of their lives.
Her gaze fell to his assassin’s tattoo on Jinx’s arm. The League loved to mark its property.
Just like Jinx the night before, the Andarion had been nothing like she’d expected from one of them.
They weren’t as cold and unfeeling as they seemed.
How hard was it for them to always have the air of detachment when they continued to have feelings? She knew from her own experience how much guilt came with every kill. How much grief.
No one was left unscathed.
What was it her father had always said?
Never take a life. The moment you do, two people die. The one you kill and the person you used to be.
She’d thought him an idiot. Until the day she’d killed her first man.
Even though it’d been in self-defense and done to protect her sister, it didn’t matter.
She carried his face and that moment with her every day of her life. It never went away.
The saddest part was that she’d do it again.
Anything to keep Jayne safe.
Family was everything. It was the only thing. Even when she hated them, like her father. Family was what got you through.
So she couldn’t imagine being like Jinx. Having no one to rely on. No one to protect and no one willing to protect him
But then there were a lot of things she couldn’t imagine. Such as what the Andarion had left for her.
Curious, she opened the backpack to find the uniform, link and meds he’d mentioned, but not much else. Toiletries and something that looked like it might be a religious item of some kind.
Maybe.
Her link buzzed, startling her. She glanced over and cursed as she answered it. “Jedi, you have got to stop making me jump out of my skin!”
“Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”
“I am.”
“Is the assassin awake yet?”
“Nope.”
He cursed. “We’re screwed.”
