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“It’s a crying shame,” the Sith said, and Quinlan blanched. He knew that voice, even if was deeper and raspier, even if the Force signature had been warped over the many years it had been since he had last seen the being it belonged to. “Such a waste of your talents, to send you here after me.”
“And why’s that?” Quinlan asked, drawing the cocky bravado he was known for around him like the cloak that the Sith, Obi Wan, was wearing. “I found you didn’t I?”
“You did.” He agreed. “Which is why I’m going to keep you.”