Nahh. [Mild and dismissive, flashing the sharp edge of his teeth when he grins.] I mean aside from getting everything I own covered in solid gold, I think I'm still pretty humble.
[In truth, he doesn't own much, and none of it's plated with anything, let alone gold. But he likes his bunk, and he likes having more than just a locker full of assigned, identical gear, and he likes-- more than anything else-- the company he keeps these days. The idea that they're all doing something good for the galaxy without having to go off the deep end, restricting everyone and ruling everything with an iron, unfeeling fist.]
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[In truth, he doesn't own much, and none of it's plated with anything, let alone gold. But he likes his bunk, and he likes having more than just a locker full of assigned, identical gear, and he likes-- more than anything else-- the company he keeps these days. The idea that they're all doing something good for the galaxy without having to go off the deep end, restricting everyone and ruling everything with an iron, unfeeling fist.]