Kijani relaxed slightly upon seeing that her words had hit home. She was certain that no one had ever spoken to him in such a way before. Oh well - she'd do it as many times as she needed to. Sometimes the crown was not a weight on the head, but a shackle around the ankle. She did understand his position, though. Their allies were limited - the plan had to be airtight to be worth risking anyone's life.

Kijani went ashen at the mention of Lord Vader being sent to kill Adam. Cold and nausea washed over her in a wave. "Oh, no. No, no- we have to warn him. We have to find a way to-"

The speakers pinged, and Eskel's message, the very message they'd recorded earlier started to play. It seemed Adam had reached his goal. It was too late to warn him. Now everyone would know where he was! Kijani couldn't breathe, suddenly.

"...[i]Adam[/i]." Her voice was suddenly an airless croak. It was like she could feel the icy hand of the Dark side around her neck, squeezing.