Fathima didn't know that others had already interrogated Colin. This forced a sudden change in her plan of attack.
F: "So you'll notice the ship's under attack. We know you were with Imperial intelligence before, now's your chance to convince us to take you with us before we blow the ship up."
C: "I know nothing that would interest you. I was working in Intelligence for less than a week. And I failed to comply with their 'moral standards' so I am here."
F: "Nice try, Colin, but we have your entire file. The question is, how much will you cooperate with us if we whisk you out safely?"
C: "What do you want of me? I never supervised anything important, I was just a simple analyst"
F: "We're pretty interested in some of the missions you ran. Such as kidnappings of Rebel agents and infiltration of Rebel meetings?"
C: 'I can only tell you, that's last time, the agent failed, and rebels escaped. And the agent was similar to you. Small, clever, successful. All I know about her.'
F: "What kind of missions would she be doing now? How can we best protect ourselves against her?"
C: 'She is dead. In billion pieces, somewhere in Hutt space'
F: "So who's doing her job now?"
Colin paused at curious line of questioning. Then, he opened his eyes widely
C: 'It can't be. Can't be. Can't be. And I would suggest that you, Fathima, to get the hell out of my sight.'
The game was up. In her mind, Fathima cursed her distinctive height, which probably helped give her away. Of course, Colin's sharp mind was not one to be deceived for long.
F: "Alright, it's me. So it seems your current situation isn't so hot right now. I might be amenable to taking you along when I leave, if I could pick your brain."
C: "Pick me up? You know that there is no way out of this ship. Also... Fathima, believe me, I don't want to. I see little point in living. Everything I tried to build is now in ruins. I am no one. I am human detritus'
F: "I don't know what else to say to that. Anyways, we don't have much time to talk. But I need you to decide now whether or not you want to come with me. Because if you don't - it's not safe for me to leave you able to inform on me."
He closed his eyes.
C: 'Fathima. Listen to me, before you say anything. It is important. I once knew an admiral. She was from Old Republic navy. Alderaani, like me. She did not like the New Order a bit... And I had to find a way to eliminate her. Force knows, if she knew what I had to do, and how bad I felt about killing someone that once saved my mother from death. And she told me, that I should know one thing. 'I've seen enough of young boys and girls in body bags thrown out of airlock. And I know, that when the time comes, I cannot flinch, I cannot doubt. Because if I do, there will be nothing, but more boys, and girls in bodybags'
F: "I've made that mistake too many times for me to stop now. And as for the enormity of our sins...only by surviving can we act to bring some balance to the impact of our actions."
C: 'I don't care for atonement, for I want none. I know who I killed, why I did, and given the chance, I'd the same. I never doubted if my actions were right.'
F: "I see. I guess we have nothing more to discuss."
C: "Wise as you will have become, so full of experience. You'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean. Yes, I think I found my Ithaka. Farewell Fathima.'
F: "I wish things were different. Farewell."
Then, with the ship was shaken by hit once more, lights faltered and explosions were heard. The shields were no more, and Canceron was defenceles.
C: "Will you help me quit this world? I want nothing more of it.'
Explosion. And explosion.
F: "Very well."
Fathima aimed for the vulnerable point in Colin's windpipe... He died as he lived - silently. She did her best to arrange his body to look as if he died naturally.
C: "Goodbye, Colin"
So then Fathima emerged from the cell, her mind once again focused on her surroundings, once again acted as if she belonged in these corridors.