Re: Hannah/Sinjir
Had it not been for that command, Sinjir might have let him go. Hannah's logic was sound, her argument rooted in rational thought rather than emotion. It had convinced him where the First Order lackey's pleas had not. Bu6t then there was their quarry, commanding where she might have asked, imposing her will on a man who rarely dealt well even with demands far less strongly worded. The hair at the nape of his neck was standing on end, every inch of him screaming that what was hidden in that steam was not to be toyed with. And still he toyed with his prey, a cat with a wounded mouse. He raised the officer's broken arm just enough to make him squeal again.
"He's right here," Sinjir said. His free hand twitched toward his blaster. "I caught him fair and square. Why don't you come out and we'll have a little chat about him. And about our mutual friend Liriael. You remember her?"