Su'cuy gar. I am Karlii Alor'ade. A woman of many names and faces: Daughter of Mandalore, Former Republic Intelligence, Proto-Hand, Commander-in-Chief of the Milky Way Mandalorians, Council Ambassador for my people and Galaxy, as well as a expatriate resident of the Milky Way.
"Now, Kar…" The statement is begun awkwardly as he motions her over, gesturing at an adjacent seat. Athame give him strength. "What kind of….." Small movements of the hands in vague circles accentuate his words. "…Emotions are you, erm, experiencing?"Please don’t say love.
"All of them ‘cept drunk and angry." She replied, “‘Cause those are defaults— with the occasional mania, I reckon."
Kar shrugged, asking, “You know bad it is to wake up and not want to flay someone alive and feed their body to the vorcha? Pretty fucking bad.”