So focused was he on his mission that he never felt Mara's approach. It wasn't until her call reached his ears that he paused in his steps and swiveled his gaze to face her. His eyes noted her weapons still hung from her belt. His own sabers hung from his. Possibly a good sign but he didn't need them to kill after all. Lightning, choking, a snap of the neck...they provided death as well. And he had been raised to be an instrument of death.
His hand slightly twitched to his own saber, as if not wanting to soil Kota's in this. Faintly he could hear the older man's voice echoing in his head to let go of his anger but he shoved it aside. He had his mission and he would see it through. But he kept his hands away from his weapons as he stared at Mara, not bothering to hide the anger from her eyes that he no doubt wore.
"I'm busy Mara. Let your words be quick so I can be on my way!" he returned. He cursed a bit mentally at the emotion that stained his voice. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the image of Gaia laying on that marble floor in her world with her head split open.