"Why should I pick myself up? All I can bring is anger and sadness. Rarely do I ever get a chance at happiness. I-"
"Shut the hell up. You really think you're not happy? You strive in battle. You are a bounty hunter that has Mandolorian training, and you aren't even one of them! Hell, you weild two pistols with precision, and you've even taught yourself how to move things with the Force without proper training. The facts stack up that you are a capable person... but think of it this way.... you could never be truly happy unless you knew what you were fighting for. Coruscant you fought for your life and was probably the best hunter there. You fought for Vex's life desperately when you escaped that Imperial blockade. You fought off a Dark Jedi without hesitation and had almost won. You have an A.I in your brain and you have the mental strength to shut it out. You negotiated with a Queen, learned your past from yours truly and you never even cried. You stood there and listened deep in thought and understanding. When push came to shove that we had to defend ourselves you defended yourself and even charged back in for family. You believed in her decision to stay and had enough courage to keep going, even when you knew she could die. Well here we are. Vex is dead, the Queen is dead... and you're crying like a bantha cub that fell into a sarlacc pit. You know who they died for? You... they died believing and knowing something we haven't figured out yet. Don't you want to know what your future is? Don't you want to teach the Empire a lesson? Mothma will bring the army, now all you have to do is get up and fight. Fight for what you believe in, for you family and friends... and fight for your future, because I know that you've got to be a lot better at this on the road ahead than right now...."
Crystaall smirked and scoffed as Grey-Kast went over his speech. The moment he finished, he let go of her shoudlers and pointed at the Hawke. He smiled at her as he began to speak once more.
"Now are you going to finally fight for the right team, or will you keep mourning the dead when they want you to take the fight to the enemy?"
"When you put it like that... I'll damn well fight for them. There will be no more tears that drip from these eyes. Not while Jigual lives."
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