Valeria stood a few steps away from him, watching in silence, her brows faintly drawn together. Something about the scene simply didn't sit right with her, something grated at a level she couldn't ignore. A man who had just slain a First Order entity was lying on the floor like wreckage, his face twisted with pain and anger, acting as if he'd lost, not survived a fight no rational being should have lived through.
For a moment, she just tried to understand.
She watched his clenched jaw, his trembling shoulders, the frustration in his eyes, something deeper beneath it, almost desperate. At last, she spoke calmly, without irony or mockery, in a tone she rarely used.
"Why are you acting like this?" she asked bluntly. "You won. Given your strength… you're not weak. Very few could have killed that oversized boar."
