Again, Jacen laughed. Honestly, Eve was entertaining with her childish ways. He'd had no idea that Child of the Senior Partners was so literal. "You mentioned them, and that was the second stupid move you've made. The first was taking my lightsabers away," he scowled angrily. "I like those lightsabers and I get cranky when other people touch them." Yes, he was even sentimentally attached to his red weapon, though really, his concern was for the silver lightsaber he had taken from Alema Rar. Despite everything she had been a friend and the idea of anyone else taking what had once been hers made him furious.
"How little you know me, Eve." Giving into the anger, like it was that simple. He'd seen the holos, seen Palpatine with his taunting of Luke. That was then. His own descent had been quite different. 'Nothing you see is real, little Solo'
Vergere had been many things, but one of them was a great teacher.
"Leave the kid alone," he repeated. "Better yet, let him go. For one thing, I don't think any of us want to see what the beak needing one will do when she finds out he's gone. And that's before we get to the smite happy angel and the Slayer girlfriend and really, I've seen that girl before coffee in the morning. It's not pretty. So stop with the stupid ideas, Eve, and let him go."