Tavaryn eyed his opponent warily as he sat on the crate. He was growing tired and it didn't help that his injuries were agitating the problem. "I have my moments," he replied.
"Tell me...what are you? You are obviously not a jedi...you are something else."
"I am what I am," Tavaryn replied, giving the same answer he would give normally to anyone who asked. That was how he saw himself. He rarely if ever referred to himself as a Shinigami, a habit borne from the years he spent in hiding. "A shadow."
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"Lady Ordo, picking up a distress call. Republic ship."
"That's it. Head for it," Selene replied.