The ship settles into a low, steady hum. On the bridge, the console runs its own quiet routines, the fresh packet scar still glowing across the buffer like a healed burn.
Mara Vey stands in the living quarters doorway, no armor now, only the plain clothes Shifter gave her. She leans there instead of stepping in, giving him room.
Mara Vey
You spent years in the Empire. Inquisitor, then rebel. How do you live with both?
The question lands cleanly, without accusation, just curiosity sharpened by everything they have survived.
Mara Vey
I am trying to understand the shape of you, before I decide what kind of partner I am being.
Outside, the void stays empty. Inside, there is only the warm light, the quiet engines, and Mara waiting to hear his answer.
Answer Mara Vey’s question honestly
Decide what kind of partner Mara Vey is being