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Will you still wear that halloween mask you've got on?

Strength? You don't even know the meaning of the word.

You know nothing of me.

Do you realize how cliche that sounds? [Reiko might have a weird feeling to a force user, and holds herself as a warrior, even though she's wearing the clothing of a healer.]

I know the weakness you hide behind that mask. I can feel it. You wallow in it and call it power.

[If there's one thing Kylo has learned it is not to judge people by their dress.]

I do not care, it is the truth.

One that Sensei used to use all the time. [She smirks because the man's dead now and she's happy to try to go from assassin to healer.]

Boasting like that will either get a target on your head, or perhaps toxins in your meal. Not that I ever poisoned Sensei. [She has better ways to kill someone if she wants. more painful too.]

Those who wish me dead are not near. Nor are they so simple to try such a weak method of execution. [He wishes.]

I have more power than you could ever know.

[laughs] What of those above you? Those who wear masks usually follow orders. THose who refuse to show their faces are cowards with power.

[She holds her fingers out from her side. She's curious to know what kind of person he is without a full confrontation, just in case she's toying with something a bit too strong for her to handle (considering she's Earthbound, most likely biting off more than she can chew... caring? Notta chance).]

[The mask is an homage, not that this woman needs to know that. In fact, she doesn't need to know anything about him. His unseen gaze follows her movements as he would with any other potential adversary.]

If it was wanted for me to be dead, I would be.

Words are cheap, boy. Show me your power, if you can.

[Hence the distance she's keeping between them.]

And you're happy being the servant? With the words you boast I'd think you'd want to be a master.

Though you sound like a little child who was told no more sweets.

You know so little of the universe.

Probably, I know little of my world no thanks to Sensei. Doesn't stop me from doing what I feel is right now.

[There's a soft snort of breath. It could be derision, it could be amusement. We'll go with both.]

If only you knew what it truly meant to feel.

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Oh? Let me guess everything has to be in perfect harmony you can't have the light without the dark and other such phrases monks use when they have no clue as to what really goes on?

Please, that's such a lie. People do bad stuff, good people try to stay good to make up for it. My master was my own grandfather. He killed his only daughter and his son in law because I was born, and I spent my childhood doing what he told me to do to survive. That's really where the power is. Survival.

I just do good things because it has less people trying to kill me in the long run.

Ahh...the sweet sound of failure.

[He almost purrs happily deep in his throat at the idea.]

[It's as good as a dare and Kylo can rarely resist those. His arm is stretched out lighting quick, the chokehold applied more out of habit than anything else.]

Do not push me.

Am I supposed to be interested in your pathetic attempts to impress me?

[If he's surprised to see a dragon, well, these are the benefits of wearing a mask.]

A setback, yes. There is no success without them.

[A quite gigantically large psychopathic dragon. Not one someone should be speaking to if they valued their life. His head snakes around, a glint in his eyes. He does so love manipulating people.]

Do tell, in what endeavor have you had such a 'setback'?

It matters nothing to you.

[You might be big, but Kylo can Jedi mind trick your scaly hide.]

Perhaps...yet you seem willing to talk about it...

[His tongue flicking out with his 's' sounds. Dragons, next to their love of gold, were insatiably curious.]

I'm not.