It was only when we slowed down to enter Anchorhead, as we were waiting for the guards to roll up the giant gate, that she finally spoke.
"It seems you were not entirely honest about your past."
"It happens to be true that I am a reject from the Sith academy," I said.
She looked at me sharply.
"It's just that... I was rejected after spending a couple of years there."
"You were a Sith."
"If you want to get technical about it, I was never more than an acolyte."
"Oh, is that so?"
"It is so."
"And you didn't see fit to mention all this earlier?"
"I got the feeling you wouldn't have talked to me if I did."
"Damn kriffing right I wouldn't have!"
That might be the first time I heard her swear.
"I can't believe," she said, driving the speeder into the streets of Anchorhead over the protests of the guards at the gate, who were waving their arms, likely demanding a slew of fees - "I can't believe I've been listening to you for weeks. Thinking about what you were saying. Arguing with you. Absorbing your poison."
"Well," I said, "Honestly, some of the things I said make good sense. Really, you should evaluate them independently without thinking about where…."
"Enough," she said, stopping the speeder in front of the hunter's lodge. "We separate here."
"I can help with the rescue."
"Not necessary."
"I can…"
"No."
She glared at me. "The next time we meet, we'll likely be on opposite sides of a lightsaber."
She turned her back to me and went into the hunter's lodge.