"Me?" The question--or maybe the thought itself--seemed to surprise her. "Dead Sith kings, no. What is that old saying... children are sharper than serpents' teeth, or something like that?" She pursed her lips and took another sip of her drink. "I'm not sure I'd wish all this on an infant. It's a sick old galaxy, after all. No place for children, really." Something about that made her laugh again, if more dryly.
"Besides, I can't have things like that getting in the way of my ambition to leave my creditors squabbling over my estate for decades, after I've died in bed at a grand age. And not alone, of course, for preference."
((sorry, had a bad couple of days for focusing on non-work writing!
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