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[oratorical]

In both behavior and stench. It's easy to tell if he's in the area.

[lothrat]

At least we won't be caught off guard if he ever turns up here.

[oratorical]

I can't think of anywhere deserving of him we could send him once here, though. Let's just hope he remains dead back home instead.

[lothrat]

He's dead when you're from?

[oratorical]

He was in charge of the Death Star.

[Which, she's pretty sure, says it all. She doesn't need to spell out the explosion part here.]

[lothrat]

[No, she doesn't. A spike of utter, vindictive glee filters through their connection here.]

Hah! Serves him right! That's what you get for being a mass murdering bastard!

[oratorical]

[Other people might reprimand Ezra for that glee, but not Leia. Mostly because Leia's feelings are 100% the same.]

I still hope that, for him, it hurt.

[Everyone else, eh, she doesn't want to think about them. But for Tarkin, it better have registered before he faded.]

[lothrat]

Bet it did. The Death Star's what, the most important, the most powerful ship-type thing the Empire ever built? And it was under his command? And us puny, insignificant rebels beat it? That's got to have hit him in the sorest spot he's got! His pride.

[oratorical]

[oh ezra you sweet innocent child.]

I suppose that's a nice secondary wound, yes.

[lothrat]

...oh. You meant literally.

[Okay, he's not quite so comfortable with the thought of wishing pain on someone. Even someone as deserving as Tarkin.]

I guess it would depend on how fast the explosion ripped the Death Star apart?

[oratorical]

[She very much meant literally. After everything he did to her, any Alderaanian pacifist values can go out the window for him and only him.]

It seemed very quick from where I was watching.

[lothrat]

It probably hurt, then.

Not much time for other forms of death, besides the explosion ripping into him.

But probably not for long.