That sentiment quickly replaces Orren's confusion and curiosity with anger. His irritation doesn't quite reach his face, but his expression does harden slightly.
"I don't find battle particularly glorious." He says coolly. "And, in my experience, honor tends to go out the window when it starts becoming inconvenient."
Now, Orren extricates himself from the arm that Canderous had around his shoulder. He turns down the hall towards the cargo hold - he's spent enough time on a Dynamic-class to know where it is - to deposit the bottle of liquor he's been holding throughout the conversation.
"I fight out of a sense of duty and because there are things that I want to protect, nothing more." He calls back over his shoulder as he walks. "If the war ended tomorrow and I could go the rest of my days without needing to draw my lightsaber, I'd be perfectly fine with that."
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That sentiment quickly replaces Orren's confusion and curiosity with anger. His irritation doesn't quite reach his face, but his expression does harden slightly.
"I don't find battle particularly glorious." He says coolly. "And, in my experience, honor tends to go out the window when it starts becoming inconvenient."
Now, Orren extricates himself from the arm that Canderous had around his shoulder. He turns down the hall towards the cargo hold - he's spent enough time on a Dynamic-class to know where it is - to deposit the bottle of liquor he's been holding throughout the conversation.
"I fight out of a sense of duty and because there are things that I want to protect, nothing more." He calls back over his shoulder as he walks. "If the war ended tomorrow and I could go the rest of my days without needing to draw my lightsaber, I'd be perfectly fine with that."