See now, Veil was possibly thinking of borrowing the good doctor for a while. Perhaps he was wrong, though even he knows how the Empire works people to their deaths. It is common knowledge.
With a sigh, he put the data pad aside and rose to his feet to make her tea.
If she insisted on reminiscing on her old patients, she might as well do it quietly.
in having access to such
records, it truly is rather
... heartbreaking to watch
such darling children .. so
full of light and vast potential
...
be turned into soulless Inquisitors.
but, of course, the empire
has it's plans.
" Please. "
He nodded in return.
She was more than capable of taking care of her new patient, but he would go through the list with her and see that everything was in order.
" Your daughter, I will leave in your capable hands. "
Dr Caliban nodded.
He didn't care to punish her, or to know to what degree she was apart of the drinking.
Tarkin would have done well to learn after the man. It was almost a pity that the now dead Moff had perished in the Death Star’s destruction. But it had been enough for Orson Krennic to shift the blame to the dead man.
“Very well,” he agreed finally.