'The architect's soul? That's it?' Han thought. It wasn't as if it was a guarantee he would've been able to kill it anyway.
But with this mad titan by his side, then perhaps...
"Profaner! Blasphemer!" the priestess spat, startling Han. "My lord, do not let this vile thing steal from you what is rightly yours."
Han was afraid the sentinel would act out at the provocations, but oddly enough, it only laughed in response.
"It means to make you look weak in front of the Hive. To take from you what would give you right to the throne," the priestess snarled.
Han perked up at that. "No one ever mentioned anything about thrones," he said.
"And no one should," the sentinel boomed. "I have watched you since you fell into that wasteland of a planet."
"Peered into the thoughts that plague your mind as you slumber and fester even when you wake."
"And I know this of you, whisperer. You are no king."
