She nods.

"How... integral is slavery to the plan?"

"We could hire people who're already free. I'm going to be a bit of a hard sell on that one, though."

"Ah... you meant that we would buy and then free them?"

"You've met Daisy. Do I seem like someone who'd keep slaves?"

"Ah... in hindsight it was stupid of me not realizing it instantaneously."

"Good."

Slow nod.

(He is terrified, but also way more relaxed over the slavery thing.)

"That's long-term planning, though. For now - we can do a bunker in this world, and just have a closed portal near it. I'll put together a list of what we'll need."

Nod. "I will be waiting."

And she heads off to do that.

Felix likewise goes back to his Galactic research.

A couple hours later Daisy stops by with a list.

Felix thanks her and then he dreamshapes the list into existence.

She hangs out and waits for him to be done.

It doesn't take too long.

She looks up from the journal she's reading when he returns. "Hey. Are you all right?" She sounds concerned, though not strongly so.

He blinks. "Yes? I'm okay."

"All right. I know Dusk can be a bit - intense - about slavery and things."

Nod. "It... is not a bad thing to be intense about."

She nods.

"You're doing well with her," she offers.

Blink. "Am I?"

Nod. "She's not easy to get along with. No Sith is, really, but usually they're at least - straightforward? Be submissive, don't fail at things, don't be nearby when someone else does... that doesn't work, with her, it just annoys her. She'd put up with it, for this, I think, but it's good that you're not."

Nod. "...She is intimidating, but I'm mostly don't want to fail."

Nod. "Of course. It's safe, is what I meant; with most Sith it wouldn't be. But she's more - she doesn't just care about getting what she wants; she cares about what it costs to get it, too. Including what it does to the people involved."