Oh, I will. That's your sole existence now, after all. For whatever I want.

[ She gives no warning before pressing the tip of one of the smaller crossguard blades against one side of his lower back. The pressure isn't enough to penetrate but to burn, both fabric and flesh no match for the heat generated through the kyber crystal at the weapon's core. ]

But maybe I won't send this to your friends. Perhaps instead I should show them how well you kneel at the feet of your master.