I... might have sat around in the dark watching our old sex tapes... [Which is like mourning, right? Totally. But in all seriousness, he did mourn for her, because it wasn't a clean kill and as many problems as they'd had (she cheated on him, of all things!), he did love her.
Still loves her maybe. For the most dangerous man in the galaxy, he's pretty pathetic.
He doesn't recoil, doesn't pull back at all when he feels hands on his arms and his face, maybe he even steps forward toward her a few more small steps.]
I wanted to! I still want to, if I ever get my hands on that fucking drone, he's dead. [It comes out vehemently, because it's the truth, he did want to seek vengeance. And then he started tripping balls and hallucinating the Stalk and things got more complicated.] But the last I remember, I was hallucinating you telling me not to. And to fuck the Wreath girl who helped me rescue Sophie off Sextillion. You were very explicit...
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Still loves her maybe. For the most dangerous man in the galaxy, he's pretty pathetic.
He doesn't recoil, doesn't pull back at all when he feels hands on his arms and his face, maybe he even steps forward toward her a few more small steps.]
I wanted to! I still want to, if I ever get my hands on that fucking drone, he's dead. [It comes out vehemently, because it's the truth, he did want to seek vengeance. And then he started tripping balls and hallucinating the Stalk and things got more complicated.] But the last I remember, I was hallucinating you telling me not to. And to fuck the Wreath girl who helped me rescue Sophie off Sextillion. You were very explicit...