I few days pass before the adrenaline from the fight eventually dies. The excitement and chaos and bloodshed of the battle are familiar enough, but the edge never dulls. It's an almost addictive sensation.

Curiosity gets the better of him as he finds himself wandering into the holding cells. What had they done with the princess that he'd caught them? It's easy to find her. She's the only cell with posted guards.

"You're still here. I wasn't sure what the Cetagandans planned for you, but rotting in a cell didn't seem to be their plan." He completely ignores the guards, stare piercing. His hands tuck quietly behind his back as he relaxes into a calm posture.

"I suppose you must be rather relieved that you're still alive."