[Maketh laughs at that, low and mean. She's possibly too drunk for this moment, possibly too much of an Imperial still to understand his perspective. But here a weapon stands, primed and ready, and capable of so much more. It's so easy to reach out and try to change him.]

You are afraid and it makes you small. If you do not know yourself, then your enemy will, soldier. Do you want to know how I'd break you, hmm? Do you want to know why it would work?