"Why thank you," Glasya said. "There's another where that came from. I can be very creative with them. Heart or no heart." He lowered the wakizashi but kept it close, still ready to strike if need be. It buzzed between them like a hive full of fever wasps. His mind made no such retreat. He remained steadfastly in place, testing this new and unwanted limitation, though he pushed no further. If her body was a void in the Force, her mind was even more so; keenly Glasya felt the need to understand more, and the fear of walking too closely to a deeply yawning chasm. He could not help but smile.
"A job for a murderer, especially one with such clever camouflage." His lips twisted on a wry smile. "If you think you have the self control for more delicate work than... this." He tipped his head to indicate the corpse beyond them, now steadily gathering flies.