[He eyes her, in the cell. He's used to feigning curiosity, pretending interest to throw them off, but he doesn't have to pretend this time. There's just something about this one that's different.

Stupid, he scoffs inwardly, carefully counting cards in his surface thoughts. They're all the same.

And he wants to hurt all of them. This one in particular. That's all] For people who swear to guard the galaxy, you do a pretty shitty job of protecting those you're supposed to protect. [There'd been someone with her, weaker. He'd killed them, as was his wont. They were all susceptible to guilt.]