"It's going to be weird, staying in one place where there's so much green."

"You're from a real desert planet, then? Mine was more plains, under all the farms."

"Mhm. Tatooine. And then I've been living one form or another of nomadic lifestyle since."

Nod. "I've been here eight, almost nine years. It's nice to have someplace to call home."

"Yeah."

"You'll get there."

"We'll see."

Shrug. "You're a Sith. If you want it - if you want it more than what it costs to get it - you'll get there."

"I might want other things more. I can figure it out when Svahe's dead."

Nod. "Fair enough."

"Slavery, for example. It's a problem."

- huh.

"Yeah."

"My mother was an escaped slave."

"Ah."

She would kind of like to give Ekkreth a hug. Instead - "I've wanted to do something about that. But I haven't managed to come up with a plan good enough to probably get myself killed implementing."

"Probably get yourself killed?"

"Stopping all the slavery, everywhere? Yeah, that pisses a bunch of people off. Even with time to prepare and my choice of venue I doubt I could take a Dark Councilor."

"I don't think I was thinking that big. Maybe I should have been.".

"Yeah. In my case it's more - I could take on smaller parts of it, sure. But that's a die roll each time, and once I started, I'd have a hard time stopping. That die'll come up one eventually, so if I'm going to spend my life on it, there's no reason not to go big. But ultimately, that's not what I want to do with it. Yet, maybe."

"I already have connections with the helping-slaves-escape network on Tatooine, is maybe a relevant factor."

Nod. "And it's the sort of case where it's easier to stop after just one."

"Yeah. We'll see."

"Mmhmm. Priorities."

"You get good at those, in the desert."

Nod.

Breakfast.

Yep. Tasty breakfast.