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"Three point four seven...?" How old was- "SIX CENTURIES?" How long did the Anzat live? Regardless of any hesitations or worries she had, Henezou accepted the woman's hand without any of it. "I have spent years looking for someone who could help me. I'm not worried about the risks." Life wasn't...

My ocular systems? Henezou chuckled at the phrasing. So medical! But the pale woman was correct - her eyes allowed her to see just fine in the dim light. She could watch with ease as the interesting woman answered her question, putting a hand on her chest as pride filled her voice and tumbled...

"Yes!" Her exclamation was followed by an excited clapping of her hands. "Isn't it easier to compromise? It's such a wonderful thing what people are willing to tell you if you help them, isn't it?" Carmilla was still threatening her in a way, but Henezou could not be bothered to dwell on such...

It seemed Henezou had hit a nerve. Was her name a bit of a touchy subject? Henezou watched as Carmilla snapped her head to the bartender, her curious, wide gaze narrowing as he ordered everyone out of the bar. A flurry of microexpressions jumped across her blue skin as Carmilla then spoke...

Henezou knew what it was like to dip into someone's mind. It was like trying new food, smelling a new scent, or hearing a new word. Sometimes it was like feeling your way through a pitch-black room, and other times it was like taking a tour through a famous museum. More so than the Third Sight...

"Eshan?" The word tasted like a cheap black coffee. That would make the woman Echani then. Henezou once met an Echani. Well, they didn't meet each other as much as Henezou met him. She'd eavesdropped on his conversations in this very bar for over an hour. She only stopped because he started a...

There was someone she didn't recognize in the bar. As per usual, there were the Twi'lek brothers by the door. The dealer and his rotating customers lingered off to the side, and the card players were engrossed in their games. The same old Rodian was in his same old spot, and the bar's resident...

Henezou liked to go up to the spaceports and watch. There were so many people. She was invisible to them, but no one was invisible to her. No, a stranger could never be invisible to her. They might pass under her eyes unnoticed, but they would never pass without meaning. Everyone had a story...