I bet we can figure it out.

(Her master shifts; she goes back to practiced vacancy.)

that'd be nice.

big step up in the world.

Amusement. Yeah.

what'll you do? when we get out?

I dunno. I've never - not been a Sith, as an adult, and they'll be looking for me. So, find someplace safe, see what's there to do. Repair work, maybe, or security or something.

...art when you can, too. right?

Yeah. Not a priority, but yeah.

can't do art if you're not alive.

Yeah.

I think we'll be okay, just - logistics.

The droid arrives with lunch for her and her master.

Ooh. He appreciates her lunchtime. What food is he experiencing secondhand today?

Pea and mushroom laden risotto, with a little tomato stuffed with spicy shredded beef on the side and lemon-ginger iced tea to drink.

He appreciates this level of good food! (And has a brief fantasy about smuggling whichever droid is cooking out with them.)

Om nom.

I did the upgrade for it, we can get a cooking droid later.

oh, right. we're gonna be kind of rich.

Little bit, yeah.

His lunch arrives.

He was expecting it, and yet he scrambles away and hides just like he does every time before he takes the tray.

It takes him a couple tries to take a bite without spitting it out, this time, but once he manages it he cleans his plate.

She focuses as much as she can on her own, to make his just that little bit less relevant.

Anything else you want to get, when we get out?

hard to pick, from...everything.

how do rich people even function?

Just - don't think about the money part, basically, it's not what's going to limit you. Unless it's something really fancy. (She wanted diamonds for her ceiling artwork, and she just got them. There are probably alternatives, maybe even some that would have worked just as well, but she didn't even look; there wasn't a reason not to get diamonds.)

He has several ideas.

The kind of apartment you see in holovids, in a huge glittering city, and a kitchen full of good food and a tattoo machine with all the weirdest inks and...

He hits a mental wall and struggles for a moment.

City like that makes it harder to lie low. And I don't do great with crowds. A flash of memory of a conference, hundreds of Sith, thousands of assistants and servants and workers, the din of their presences and emotions making it impossible to think in the few minutes before she gave up and shut her Force senses down.

...not a city, then. for living, anyway.

The fear is starting to nag at him again. He tries to ignore it.

sometimes i miss the mountains...

That sounds nice. I've never been to a mountain range. I like all kinds of forests, though, I bet a forested mountain would be good.

He nods.

didn't have a ton of vegetation where i'm from. mostly rocks. more green sounds...pretty nice.

Forests are pretty great, yeah. We'll find a nice one. (Om nom risotto.)