[ A thin smile is Ren's reward for controlling his temper, the General looking more like himself in his usual coat as he steps outside the door, heading out of the community apartments. One good thing about the world here: it has wonderful caff venues. ]

The only reason I would consent to die is to give you justification for killing the lot of them. Fortunately for them, I hate them a lot less than I like being alive.

[ He looks back to the comm, humour fading. ]

Don't die either. If you abandon me on this moon crawling with rebels I'll grab one of the necromancers out there and make them strangle your Force ghost.