He spreads his hands, a wide shrug. "Always," he says. Apparently he just can't stop giving his loyalty and allegiance to institutions. It's really starting to be a problem. "Efficient. Loyal." The word has a slight ironic emphasis; a loyalty officer, a defector, a traitor. But there's something true in the core of his heart, some sliver of morality that wasn't drained and sliced out of him, that guides him now. He is trying.

He's fairly confident, now. It would be like this political maneuverer, to hide in plain sight.

"And so you, Ba'al -- I'm sorry, should I keep calling you Hadad?" An innocent tone to his voice. "And so you know your inevitable choice. So do I." The New Republic -- it's the one to back. Sinjir knows this, from a pragmatic standpoint. The Empire simply does not have its shit together.