He was right, of course. Liquor would be better companionship than HUNK, or even McLeod, would possibly ever be anymore. It could return to him those moments of shattered peace that Ginovaef would swallow his tongue rather than admit to seeking out.
The barest flicker of a smile etched across the stark lines of his face before diverted the charge, allowing the force to brush him and using the momentum to redirect himself to face the other again.
"Does it matter, Ginovaef?." He arched his body into a half crouch, keeping a tight guard.
"Do you really want to know why I'm still alive?" A ragged note sounded in his voice, caught somewhere between disgust, fear, and a rabid kind of pride.