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"You'd like a knife, would you?"

Kylo considers his guest for a moment, then reaches out a hand. Invisible force coils around Murphy's body, dragging him smoothly across the floor until he kneels at his feet, close enough for Kylo to see the marks and bruises from a brief but certainly determined scuffle with his warriors. Some of these marks are older, though. Much about him suggests a long history of surviving in the tread of another's boot, and when Kylo reaches to lift his chin with a touch, he catches a flash of something like resentment. Resignation shot through with a streak of bitter defiance. Loathing, perhaps, but not...

"You don't look like you've seen a feast for quite some time."