He did not hold back when he reciprocated Indy's smile. While the genuine sparkle in his eyes and the gentle upward curve of his lips were reserved for his family, Arctus did not dare try to let this one smile fall short of showing the fragment of that hopeful child he once had been as he gazed at the Jedi before him.
The smuggler's smile turned a little bashful as her comment at being trustworthy, a dusting of pink rising to his cheeks and he briefly averted his gaze like an embarrassed older sibling to hide the sudden color on his face. For the first time in a long while he had no idea what kind of comeback to make, what smartass remark he could add to her words, so he simply shrugged and gave her a tiny grin. For someone who had quite a lot to say almost every darn time, Arctus chose not to even attempt to make a wisecrack. He had to remind himself that the Pantoran woman in front of him was still a Jedi who could probably kick his backside six ways to Sunday. Another reason to respect her and listen to what she had to say.
"He... didn't teach me anything, to be honest," the smuggler replied after looking back to that day he (accidentally?) met Coven. "Other than telling me outright that I'm Force-sensitive, and that, and I quote–" A slight frown as he repeated the words the Sith had told him "– 'you thrum with the cloying scent of the Darkside.'"
A hand found the back of his neck, rubbing gingerly to alleviate the growing tension he was starting to feel at simply remembering having crossed paths with Coven. Arctus appreciated that the man had given the smuggler the chance to choose, really... and in his books that was what someone who wished to be trusted did, especially if they're perceived as threatening or suspicious. Coven didn't bother hiding his identity that time as well.
He'd called Arctus his friend, and while a part of the Corellian shrank away at the thought there still existed a part of him that wanted to give the Sith a chance.
"He told me that I had to learn how to wield or hide it or else it's practically bad news for me. I didn't think of it as such that time because I was... so distressed... but I feel now that he might be warning me. Maybe from meeting more people like him?"
Arctus had always been a talker, and he found it prudent to keep going. He did put his trust on Indy, and she deserved to know the truth regardless if the two of them have literally just met today.
"Coven– The Sith gave me a choice. It's either I learn from him and join his Order, or decline the offer and that he might help me look for a Jedi if I wanted to lern from your people instead. It's odd that he was offering to get to those lengths to help me, and I'm still honestly confused up to this day. I thought the Sith are a manipulative bunch of evil space wizards, but Coven was actually being helpful."
That was what he saw and felt that day. Could he trust on that, though? And with Arctus intent on starting over as a Jedi, could the Sith who called him friend still hold thoughts and feelings of camaraderie?
The hand on the back of his neck moved to his chin, a thoughtful expression filling the smuggler's features as he mulled over the next subject of their conversation. There really wasn't much he knew about this Living Force other than being used by Jedi and Sith to showcase their powers... that, and it was what he thought was his intuition that saved him from accepting certain jobs and meeting suspicious beings.
"I don't really know much about the Force, but the Sith told me that it could be a powerful tool if I know what to do with it. But I don't know, save for the fact that I thought the Force was just this really cool intuition that saved me quite a lot in the past. Like, you know when you're about to take a job but something feels off? It's not paranoia, but this warning– this nudge that tells you to walk away because something bad is actually going to happen."
Arctus blinked, hazel grey eyes finding Indy's golden gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk so much." A quiet chuckle slipped past his lips. "Couldn't help myself, though."
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The smuggler's smile turned a little bashful as her comment at being trustworthy, a dusting of pink rising to his cheeks and he briefly averted his gaze like an embarrassed older sibling to hide the sudden color on his face. For the first time in a long while he had no idea what kind of comeback to make, what smartass remark he could add to her words, so he simply shrugged and gave her a tiny grin. For someone who had quite a lot to say almost every darn time, Arctus chose not to even attempt to make a wisecrack. He had to remind himself that the Pantoran woman in front of him was still a Jedi who could probably kick his backside six ways to Sunday. Another reason to respect her and listen to what she had to say.
"He... didn't teach me anything, to be honest," the smuggler replied after looking back to that day he (accidentally?) met Coven. "Other than telling me outright that I'm Force-sensitive, and that, and I quote–" A slight frown as he repeated the words the Sith had told him "– 'you thrum with the cloying scent of the Darkside.'"
A hand found the back of his neck, rubbing gingerly to alleviate the growing tension he was starting to feel at simply remembering having crossed paths with Coven. Arctus appreciated that the man had given the smuggler the chance to choose, really... and in his books that was what someone who wished to be trusted did, especially if they're perceived as threatening or suspicious. Coven didn't bother hiding his identity that time as well.
He'd called Arctus his friend, and while a part of the Corellian shrank away at the thought there still existed a part of him that wanted to give the Sith a chance.
"He told me that I had to learn how to wield or hide it or else it's practically bad news for me. I didn't think of it as such that time because I was... so distressed... but I feel now that he might be warning me. Maybe from meeting more people like him?"
Arctus had always been a talker, and he found it prudent to keep going. He did put his trust on Indy, and she deserved to know the truth regardless if the two of them have literally just met today.
"Coven– The Sith gave me a choice. It's either I learn from him and join his Order, or decline the offer and that he might help me look for a Jedi if I wanted to lern from your people instead. It's odd that he was offering to get to those lengths to help me, and I'm still honestly confused up to this day. I thought the Sith are a manipulative bunch of evil space wizards, but Coven was actually being helpful."
That was what he saw and felt that day. Could he trust on that, though? And with Arctus intent on starting over as a Jedi, could the Sith who called him friend still hold thoughts and feelings of camaraderie?
The hand on the back of his neck moved to his chin, a thoughtful expression filling the smuggler's features as he mulled over the next subject of their conversation. There really wasn't much he knew about this Living Force other than being used by Jedi and Sith to showcase their powers... that, and it was what he thought was his intuition that saved him from accepting certain jobs and meeting suspicious beings.
"I don't really know much about the Force, but the Sith told me that it could be a powerful tool if I know what to do with it. But I don't know, save for the fact that I thought the Force was just this really cool intuition that saved me quite a lot in the past. Like, you know when you're about to take a job but something feels off? It's not paranoia, but this warning– this nudge that tells you to walk away because something bad is actually going to happen."
Arctus blinked, hazel grey eyes finding Indy's golden gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk so much." A quiet chuckle slipped past his lips. "Couldn't help myself, though."
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