The blue tendrils of lightning light up the room in an ominous blue glow. The lightning licks and crawls over the rusted metal surface as it turns from a rusted gray and red to a glowing melting puddle of orange. The crackle of the electricity fades as my outstretched hand falls to my side reviewing my improvement.

The liquid metal pools into the floor as parts of it remain semi-solid like a half-melted piece of chocolate. Before sparks would heat the metal but it wouldn’t melt it. Now after about two hours of training, it has grown by leaps and bounds. Capable of turning the metal molten I could with great effort somewhat expand the number of targets it could envelop. The drawback is having to eat through more magicka than I am comfortable with.

Something I am further trying to improve upon is my efficiency with the spells. Constantly using them for extended periods has aided my body in better getting used to it and in turn me not using up nearly as much magicka for that particular spell and to a lesser extent the branch of magicka entirely. Like with sparks I had made sure to practice further with Flames and Frostbite. But I personally have a preference for Sparks. Simply because it makes me feel like Darth Sidious. And who wouldn’t want to shoot lightning from their hands?

It looks cool and that is really the only reason I prefer it over the other beginning spells for Destruction. Not that they don’t have their uses. Flames proved that against the two Echani. Walking away from the cooling puddle of metal and into the next room seeing the forms of the Death Korp sneaking around playing a game of hide and seek around several obstacles and spots to hide in.

I had them set this up in an attempt to try to teach them to be more subtle. It’s a work in progress much like fighting and shooting. Watching them walk around or running after the hiders. They may be enough to do this with a common street thug but against someone who is even just above average, it wouldn’t work as well. 

They can learn to an extent but they don’t learn as fast as I need them to. And the more they progress they seem to slow down extensively.

Thinking on it further even when the strongest necromantic spell is used that doesn’t have them disintegrate into a pile of ash equipment and all it would retain the vast majority of their skills but it would still run into the same issue. I had tested it to see if it would be any different and it was barely marginally better. The lesser spells would retain far less and the further up you went the more skills and experiences would be retained.

So the issue isn’t necessarily the zombies but more the limitations of the spells themselves. Theoretically, it should be possible for them to be capable of learning and improving just like anyone else but they lack that which living people have. Even something like a simple tribesman with sticks and rocks would be capable of learning far faster than them.

So if I wish to see my Death Korp match the vision I dream of then I need to start adjusting the spells used. Or to be more specific, start creating entirely new spells utilizing my knowledge of both spells in each branch of magic but understanding the branches of magic themselves. Something that will take time to do especially for the latter.

But if I can make headway on that then I can achieve that dream of making an army of super soldiers. But until that time I will have to settle on the slow way for now. 

I spent my time tinkering with more projects and even working on a new power armor suit adding more weapons and equipment built into the suit while training up my abilities and testing the limits while pushing beyond them. Even went so far as to use the rooftops as a means of training my cardio and getting out a little letting my vampire side enjoy things.

Even indulging in hunting down some people that no one would miss. In my younger years with my birth parents, I would have been horrified by what I was doing. But if it was me after waking up to the truth of things I would still be uneasy but not against it. As I am now I take pleasure in it. What’s the point of all this power if I just sit on it?

It’s why I dream of making an army. Having had some time between training sessions and learning of the Ruusan Reformations and the existence of the Trade Federation gave me an estimate of where I am at in the timeline. Definitely before the events of the Clone Wars.

But nothing of note about the Trade Federation invading Naboo. So it’s before the Phantom Menace at least and I know I’m not too far off either with Shiev Palpatine being the Senate representative of Naboo. Knowing of the coming conflict I refuse to sit back and be a bystander. That’s how you get swept away in the crossfire as the flames grow and grow.

And that’s why I need to get busy putting the Black Star to use. It’s risky using it for what I have in mind but if it works then it will all be worth it in the end. It’s all a blur as I finish up training and continue rotating the Death Korp around ensuring they all get a well-rounded training regiment. 

Activating the holoprojector Jugo’s face illuminates the room with his mouth set in a thin line. That can’t be good. “Mr. Attano it’s good to hear from you again. I wish I had good news for you on what you were after but unfortunately, it would seem some complications have occurred. If you would like I could tell you more in detail. I would rather be safe and not have someone listening in…” He trails off as he gets a raised brow in response.

“That’s fine with me Jugo. I take it you couldn’t ultimately find what I was after?” I ask back, willing to settle for something not as unique at the end of the day since the clock is ticking for the Black Star.

Jugo waves a hand at me, “Far from it. My contacts found it. It’s just I would rather not say what the issue is unless we are face-to-face. Comlinks are not exactly secure.” Interesting is all I can think of Jugo being more secretive.

“Alright, I will be right over to see you then.”

“Thank you, Corvo. I will make sure you are allowed in immediately without delay.” With that, the call ended and I drove myself to Jugo’s business. Made sure I learned how to drive a speeder in my time spent training since it is a simple yet valuable skill. Managed to steal someone’s speeder bike and before long I was parking it along the edge where several parked speeders are.

Mine is the ugliest one of the bunch but I pay no heed to the looks several clients and other assorted people give me since the bike is solely meant to get me from point A to B. Noting the two Gamorians are the same ones as before with a different guard, a human man this time ushers me in with the same assassin droid walking alongside me.

Not one single guard speaks a word but the clients and workers act as ambient noise in the background hurrying to and fro. Once inside Jugo’s office with him seated going over a piece of plastic that is called flimsiplast used to write on. Rather surprised he uses something that others would view as archaic and outdated.

“Corvo, good to see you and even happier to hear you managed to do that job without much trouble.” He says looking up at me and giving a wane smile.

“Good to see you as well, Jugo. And yeah that job thankfully didn’t go as horribly as it could have. Got a lot more dangerous than I had anticipated but managed to pull through. Though I wish I was seeing you under different circumstances, I still need to taste test some fine wines with you one of these days.” I speak genuinely and honestly with him since he would have contacts to know about the job and even if he didn’t most of everyone who has some pull, however minimal on Nar Shaddaa would know about what I had accomplished.

“We will have to do that one of these days. Now onto the good and bad news. The good news is I found what you were after. The kyber crystal you desired has been found. The bad news is that there are Jedi involved. It would seem that the crystal was discovered alongside several other kyber crystals on a backwater planet.” Jugo cuts straight to the chase as he looks at me seriously.

“Normally I wouldn’t do this but considering how much you paid for the kyber crystal I am willing to talk with you about a substitution?” He says folding his hands together over his desk. Almost looks like a criminal mastermind doing that. Kind of cool too.

But I couldn’t really focus on Jugo and his posture when he just dropped a bomb on me. Not a big bomb but a bomb all the same. I knew deep down dealing with something like the iconic crystals involved in the creation of a lightsaber would have a big chance of Jedi being involved. 

Even more so when it’s a rare crystal variant of the normal type it stems from. The only reason I even remembered it and not the vast amount of variants was courtesy of YouTube’s algorithm suggesting a video from a channel detailing different lightsaber crystals and their effects. 

The one I desired was the rarest of the particular crystals it stemmed from but it also would be more affordable than the other alternatives and Jugo himself was aware of this crystal's existence having heard stories in the past of this particular crystal and how fond and beloved it was to the Jedi. 

What drew me to it was when the idea to use the Black Star was being planned out on what to use it for, the recent memory of the video flashed before my eyes and a spark of inspiration was made and the idea blossomed. It’s a theory but if it proved true then it would help me in getting a new power source going to build up my forces and equipment.

Putting the crystal aside I shouldn’t be surprised that something like this one that is held in such high regard by the order would have Jedi involved. I was hoping to avoid dealing with them and a small part of me even thinks to simply settle for something else. But I refuse. A selfish and foolish thing to do but I paid for that crystal with a lot of money. I want my unique special kyber crystal! So no I am going to get that crystal.

I run through numerous plans on what to do since I am not backing down from this. I need this. Several of them seem to have a decent chance of working as I narrow them down further and further until finally satisfied with my odds. 

Plastering a charming smile on my face I wave him off seemingly catching him off guard as he didn’t expect me to be this calm. “I wasn’t expecting it to go easily considering everything else hasn’t for me so far.” I speak honestly with him as despite the Jedi getting involved and my plans for how to deal with them I am still a little hesitant. That fight with the Echani sisters had shown how far I still needed to go with how close I had come to dying.

One would argue that with my melee skills being so bad but having the potential to one day get that good far faster than most others I should start building them up. My counter to that argument currently is I am a ranged fighter who uses stealth and ambush tactics. To make matters worse, why am I going to get close to a precog with a super-hot laser sword when my biggest weakness is fire and extreme heat? A weapon that may very well one shot me from a small burn wound.

The answer is simple. I’m not getting close to them and I knew deep down getting a crystal like this would potentially bring the Jedi down on me if not for attempting to get the crystal then what I would end up doing to it would guarantee them coming for me. 

Even if I didn’t go for this crystal and went for a lesser one they would still try to hunt me down. That and I refuse to waste all the money I put into this just to get a crystal that is worth far less. So either way it doesn’t matter and I need to use the Black Star before my time is up.

But there is a silver lining to all of this. I am not alone and have backup even if they are only fodder currently.

I mean a bunch of B1 Battle Droids that were as dumb as a pile of rocks yet with enough numbers they could take down a Jedi. They could only deflect so many blaster shots before they got overwhelmed or became too tired even with the force helping them.

Jugo schools his features as he looks at me in a new light. “Corvo, are you sure you want this specific crystal?”

“Yes, I am sure Jugo. I appreciate your offer for a substitute but this crystal is the only one I will take. And it was only a matter of time before getting into the big leagues that I would end up facing off against one of them.” 

“Very well then I can give you the coordinates of where the crystal was with the Jedi. They should be there for some time so you should have time to gather some resources and plan something to get it. They are currently investigating a recently discovered cave that is filled with crystals. According to those who helped leak more information about this, it is a massive repository of these crystals. If you do manage to survive this Corvo the other crystals I would pay quite handsomely to acquire if you can get them.” Jugo says as he seems to be hedging his bets. Don’t blame him. Either you are like Jango and a complete badass that can kill them or you are a delusional suicidal idiot.

And right now I don’t know which one I currently am.

…

Panting as I continue pulling the massive pile of scrap metal around with a chain over my shoulder tugging it along the floor. Drenched in sweat I stop to take a breather as one of my Frankenstein-like droids with the upper torso of an assassin droid and four legs walks up whirring and chirping at me. “Alright, a new record!” Beat my old one by a few seconds as my body is enveloped in a gold light healing me and helping restore a portion of my stamina feeling like I just took a light nap.

Jugo had told me the Jedi should remain on the planet until more arrived, which is what his sources had told him. The other crystals would be nice to get to sell for some extra cash but that crystal is my ultimate priority. I didn’t personally care for the reason why they were going to be there for that long since all that mattered was they were in between me and my goal. 

For the past several days I have been even busier with the coming mission and with a deadline like that I had been not just procuring more weapons and blasters from the few bounties I have been doing to equip my Death Korp but also whipping them into shape as fast as possible trying to get them accustomed to dealing with a fast-moving opponent. 

Said opponent being myself running around a large room with them trying to shoot me. The blasters were using extremely weak gas that wouldn’t do anything more than sting me since the stun setting for blasters was not conducive to helping train them and me. I feel far lighter than I had before the use of the key. Now I feel faster, light as a feather, and that with a single jump could fly away. 

They never managed to hit me nor did they come close but they at least over time managed to react to me moving when at first they couldn’t barely see me with how fast I was moving. They at least got the general idea of at least creating a kill zone and made an area of denial.

But the equipment besides what I had made for them like grenades of varying kinds and explosives. Drilling them in any way to use their numbers to their advantage.

They picked it up far better than they have most of anything else but then again it is a very simple thing to do. Stick with your comrades use your numbers and just shoot at whatever is in front of you with a wall of blasters. Making sure to drill in their heads to keep their distance and if they lose it to take out the Jedi any way they can think of even if they have to blow themselves up.

To be wary of their precognitive abilities above all else. That one I doubt they even could fully grasp. I mean if I wasn’t aware of it by having watched Star Wars and knowing of that factoid then even I would be surprised to see my battle plan to kill one fall apart when they should have had no idea of what was coming. But I am going to be with them to make up for that lack of understanding.

While drilling them and getting them and myself better equipped to fight the Jedi I also spent time working on my illusions. One of the issues I have been dealing with is the limitations of the spells from Skyrim. And after using the key it dawned on me. Why not make my own? I am not limited to the spells from the game and simply use them out of convenience and familiarity. 

It’s not exactly easy even with my skills in illusion and conjuration being the highest of my skills with them being at 100. But boy does it show me being a master since I used them a lot with my character. In Illusion, I mainly used it to conceal myself or turn my enemies against one another. Conjuration has more to do with the soul than anything else since I just power-leveled it with that soul trap glitch and only used soul trap.

However, I do make steady progress in developing a somewhat simple spell throughout the day. Primarily focusing on making it simple and something that could be spammed if I need to. Concentrating on the ruby set on the floor as I gaze intensely at it. Having ingrained every edge or smooth portion and shine from the light rays a blue-green wispy energy coats my hand. 

With no prompting the energy shoots forward like a mist that in a blink forms another Ruby next to the original. Stepping up to it and examining it I see no real difference between it and the original. For all intents and purposes, it’s the same one visually. Lifting my foot and moving to tap the Ruby it disperses like a bubble being popped.

It will do for now as the first spell I have created. The hour or so was spent refining the spell and adjusting it so it wasn’t so limited until a call on the comlink gave me pause. Shey… releasing a sigh as she could only be calling now if it was something big that had come up. 

“Corvo, are you busy?” She asks me.

“Currently getting some training in while doing some equipment adjustments. Why do you ask?” I coolly respond.

My response elicited a chuckle from her to my confusion. Somehow sensing my thoughts she explains, “You are busy training and improving your gear after you just got attacked, barely made it out alive, and went into the Nexu’s den for payback not long after that and dealt with a pair of Echani warriors. You are the only person I have ever seen do this.”

Yeah… when she says it like that I can see why she would laugh at it. That’s not exactly something normal people do but then again never said I was normal.

“So what are you calling about? Feeling lonely and need a young buck to help ease a lonely night away?” I say with a smirk as I hear coughing over the comlink with the sound of a drink slamming down.

“Corvo, I am more woman than you could ever hope to handle. And no I am not lonely. Just concerned about you. How about you come by the bar and we can talk about it?” Shey says getting her coughing under control as I bite my tongue to not laugh at her expense.

I pause thinking it over. I need to train and get better equipped while making sure the Death Korp is ready. But I am getting burned out and as the quote goes all work and no play makes a dull boy. And what is an hour or two compared to the several days I have? Shey does seem genuinely concerned and I rather not blow her off and burn a bridge with possibly the few if the only person I can call a friend in this place.

“Alright. I will swing by the bar later on and we can talk.” I say to her and I can just hear the smile on her face.

“Good. I will get the good stuff out and we can enjoy ourselves!” She says before the call ends. 

Rising from my seat and sniffing for a moment before taking a whiff of my clothes. I scrunch up my face at the smell and a change in clothes is needed. Haven’t really changed out of my armor after some time and I think it’s best to not do that again.

…

Walking along the street as some of the people turn to look at me whether it’s some of the ladies looking at me in barely contained interest or the various men around the place as they just glare or simply stare. Having got a decent deal on some Bantha leather pants and boots along with some shirts I could use as more leisure clothes. The leather stuff was a spur of the moment but I did get some other pants.

Wearing leather boots and pants along with a black t-shirt with a small vest-like jacket over the top hiding some weapons. Seeing the bar I step inside seeing it mostly empty as the few patrons take a look at me and look away with drunk eyes. 

“Corvo, glad you could make it!” Shey says wearing a simple ensemble of a cream-colored shirt with a vest over it along with brown pants with black boots. A necklace with numerous teeth adorned it over her throat as she walked out of her office.

“Yep. So what did you want to talk about?” I say to her getting to the point of this meeting we were having. 

The smile on her face dulls a little, losing some of the mirth she had looking more sad than happy now. “Leave it to you to cut to the chase. I wanted to talk about you, Corvo.”

A cocked brow is all she gets as I am now both annoyed and curious about what she is doing. “About what exactly?” I asked the question only for her to walk up to the bar and reach over to grab a few bottles with some glasses as she started making some kind of cocktail for me and her. 

Taking it as her way of asking me to take a seat I walk up beside her and sit down on the stool at the bar next to her as she side-eyes me smirking as she goes to town mixing and shaking the various containers until seeming satisfied she empties it into both of our glasses. “I wanted to talk to you about why you were so willing to jump into the fire after you just got attacked.” She says bringing her glass up and gesturing for me to do the same.

Drink in hand she clinks it against mine and then takes a big swig of it before bringing it down and letting out a breath muttering “That’s the good stuff.” 

“Shey… why are you so concerned about this? If anything you should care less and go about living your life.” I say to her trying to get her to walk away from this topic since the deeper reasons for it are something that I don’t like talking about. 

“I’m concerned for several reasons. First of all, because you are an investment. Who do you think got the Hutts to take notice of you? Despite how I may look and my business I used to be quite the bounty hunter back in my heyday. But that was some time ago and a story for another time.” She takes another drink shaking her head as I sip away at mine. 

“Second of all it’s the same reason I gave you when you brought in that bounty from the last gang you took care of. You have so much potential it is not even funny Corvo. I don’t want to see you end up like me. Don’t squander it. And lastly, I am doing this because I have grown to genuinely care about you. You have that same fire in your heart that I had when I first started. That little bit extra that some people have that makes them shine all the brighter for it.” 

Placing her drink down on the table as she finally gave me her full attention, turning her head making some tentacles jiggle and shift to stare me down with a piercing gaze. “So why are you so ready and willing to throw it all away when you should have been resting and recovering from that assault on your home?” 

Staring at her for a moment concluding she isn’t going to let this go I take a big gulp of the drink downing half of it in one go before putting it on the table. “It has to do with my childhood.” I say simply as she just stares at me with a considering look but wanting more. 

“My biological parents, the sperm donor, and the incubator tank I had initially looked up to. Wanted to make them proud of me. They were die-hard pacifists,” I say that word in such a way that it may as well have been a poisonous cancer on my tongue, “And by association, I was as well. Didn’t like fighting and did whatever I could to avoid it. Caught hell for it too.” I say to her as she has a look of shock on her face at that revelation.

“Yeah I know I don’t look like a pussy like they were but back then I thought it was the right thing at the time. I got a lot of grief for it in my childhood and as I got older. There were times I had a fire in my heart and the urge to just fight back when the bullying got rather bad.” 

Shey remains silent, taking it all in listening to me as I tell my story. “The more it happened and the worse it got with the pranks or jokes they would play on me the greater the fire burned. I eventually asked why one day at dinner why I couldn’t fight back against those committing these evil acts against me. Then they go on a rant after the initial shock wears off about how I would be no better and worse than the ones who committed the acts.” I say as a smirk forms as I remember that day with vivid detail the horrid looks on their faces at my question. 

“I tried to get help from the people I thought would. Nothing happened and it just got worse. They even came in several times to talk with those people but nothing ever came of it and the more they came the more they turned a blind eye as the bullying got worse.” My hands grip the table as my temper flares for a moment and a split second later I reign it in as the table groans in relief as Shey watches on ignoring the dents placed into the table. 

Taking the glass and downing the rest of its contents before continuing. “Then it all came to a head one day when I was out with my parents on a walk spending time with them despite the growing tension between me and them. The longer it all went on the less I spoke with them and became more withdrawn from them even when they tried to make me talk to them. Long story short, I was on my own when it happened.”

I gulp as my jaw tightens and my teeth clench together vividly remembering what happened next. “Some of the kids who were from less savory families loved screwing with me since I was different and knew I wouldn’t do anything to stop them. Started screwing with me like usual until I had enough. I snapped at one of them and brought up things I had learned in passing about how his parents could give a rat's ass about him. Booze and drugs were worth their time and he wasn’t. He didn’t like that.”

I can still see the fist hitting my face knocking me to the ground. Me on the ground and a fist hitting me every second. “Was on the ground getting beat into it. The little bastard even got me back for my jab at his relationship with his family with my own. Said how my parents don’t even love me. If they gave a damn they wouldn’t have let me become such a pussy. You know what the worst part about that ass-kicking I got?” I say abruptly to Shey as she looks at me before shaking her head no.

“I’ll tell you what the worst part about it is. My parents were there watching as he kicked my ass and said what he did about them not loving me and they just watched. He even made a point to point at them and made me look at them and said if they really gave a damn they would step in. They didn’t. They told him to stop and to leave me alone and he just laughed as he continued to hit me. Who stepped in was the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

Her expression lightens at the man who changed everything for the better for me. “His name was Miguel. He stepped in and shoved the kid off of me and made them run away after literally kicking the kid in his ass. He checked to see if I was okay as my parents tried to come to check on me.” Remembering the buff Hispanic man with tattoos of crosses and animals across his form stepping in.

The kid mouthing something to him as he shoved him off of me as he had stumbled upon what was happening. Immediately stopped it and when the kid and his friends mouthed off to him he even gave a brief chase kicking the kid in his ass as a chuckle escaped me at the memory. He even made sure I was alright and stuck around. 

“Your parents tried?” 

“I didn’t want them near me after that incident and Miguel didn’t think too highly of them for letting that happen to me. When he learned I was their kid he was furious. Voiced my thoughts on them being shitty parents and cowards at that. They didn’t take kindly to being called that and called him some rather mean things.” 

“Some time after I had recovered I got into another fight at school with those kids again. My parents were not happy with me. The best part in my opinion. Calling me evil for doing what I did. I stormed out of the house and just wandered around. Whether it was luck or fate I found Miguel again as he was on his porch drinking and enjoying himself. The instant I saw him I walked up to him asking if he could teach me.”

Shey now has a smile getting an idea of what happened. I smile back nodding my head. “His confusion was quickly replaced with surprise at my question. ‘Teach you what?’ he asks me and I say what it means to be a man and to fight. He just stayed there frozen in time processing what I had asked of him and he asked me what was going on.” 

Shey grabs my empty drink and hers and refills them as I continue, explaining to Miguel about all that had happened and he was furious at my parents for what they were teaching me. 

“After that Miguel started teaching me values that his father had taught him and just as he had taught his son. He had died in a hit-and-run incident and Miguel was never fully the same until I came into his life. He taught me how to fight while helping me get in shape. Showing me what it means to be a man. Things like keeping true to your word, and admitting when you are wrong to another. How you need to fight and defend yourself otherwise others will take advantage.”

Taking a swig of the glass now that it has been refilled Shey gives me a warm smile seeming to take a shine to Miguel. Despite how some looked down on the man he was the most human person I had ever met. Both the good and the flaws. 

“My parents didn’t like it once they learned later on what he had been teaching me. Forbid me from seeing or talking to him. No matter what they did I would always go to him and slowly but surely the bullying stopped as I got strong enough to kick the crap out of them. Things in my household got to a boiling point. My parents had a sit down with me one day and told me I needed to stop the fighting and how I was evil for doing so. I laughed at them and told them they were both cowardly failures. They didn’t like that, telling me I was a mistake and the one that was a failure. I got up and left laughing at them, not even giving them the time of day. My relationship with them was dead by that point as far as I was concerned.” 

The feeling of relief at letting them both have it for all the suffering I had endured all to make them happy bottled up for years. Being a doormat for the vast majority of my life. The looks on their faces at me saying what I had thought of them for many years after that incident never fails to bring a smile to my face. 

“After that Miguel had taken me in giving me a place to stay. He filled the void in my heart for a true Father and I filled his for the loss of his son.”

A comfortable silence falls under us as we enjoy our drinks together in companionable silence before Shey breaks the silence. “So from your story, I assume the reasoning for you gunning for Dibb and doing something that foolish was because of the lessons Miguel taught you and the pacifism your original parents tried to force upon you?” 

“Mostly. The biggest one is I cannot back down when someone pulls a stunt like what 
Dibb did with me. For me, it's not just Miguel’s lessons that would drive me to do what I did but not doing so and staining his memory…” I still remember visiting him that last time in the hospital. I was grateful I managed to say goodbye to him and let him know how much he meant to me. 

“Corvo… He sounded like a good man I would have liked to meet. But don’t take this the wrong way but you think that you backing down and licking your wounds is not going to honor-”

“I will not back down.” I all but snarl standing out of my seat and looking down at Shey as she has a sympathetic look on her face not bothered by my reaction in the slightest. 

“What I am suggesting Corvo is that I very much doubt Miguel would want you to throw your life away because you didn’t take the time to rest and recover. Do you think he would want you to die over something that you could have waited a little bit longer and instead chose to rush to your death? You don’t need to fight every battle and if you do, be smart about it.” She tells me with clear concern in her voice. Instead of angering me further it calms me and makes me think.

I sat back down with the fire in me snuffed out like a campfire from a depressing rainstorm smothering it. “No. I don’t think he would…” I say to her downing the last of the drink before standing up and walking out.

Before I leave I glance over to Shey who is cradling her drink. “Thanks Shey. Sorry for the outburst. I will think about what you said.” 

“Anytime Corvo. Please don’t throw your life away like it’s nothing.” 

I just walk back to my hideout thinking about things of the past both good and bad.