The Hunnybie Inn was small, and always packed with people.
PLaced in the poor Refugee Sector the prises had to be low, but still as high as possible.
It was a shabby place, mostly consisting of a big box, laying next to peoples homes...

The "bartender" wanted money to give Resei the answers he wanted, but secretly showing off with his Holdout-blaster was a currency he seemed to accept.
He went to "room 3", a small box inside the big box of the Inn.
Inside he found a bed, two kids, and a female Twi'lek.
He shut the door silent but firm.
The Twi'lek was shocked.
"Oh, heaven... It is you... PLease don't hurt me!"
Resei understood "you" was reffering to him as a Bounty Hunter more as a person.
"Don't worry. I try to avoid hurting Ladies and children. Just give me the 5000 credits and I'll be gone."
"I... I... I do not have the money. My housband's got them. I only have 1 500. I got 1 000 from that farmer, and 500 for almost a whole day of work here... But atleast I can feed us... You must understand how difficult it is!"
Resei suddenly remembered his own life at Coruscant.
He understood what he had done, dooming the little family to the same as he himself had been through so long ago, by killing their housband and father...
The truth hit him as a punch, and he almost had to sit.
"I.. I believe you. Where do your housband hide the money?"
"Is he still alive?"
Resei was silent for a long time.
"I am sorry, Miss. He died yesterday night during interrogation."
The Twi'lek sighed, and barely kept her tears back.
She, too, had realised this would be forever.

"Miss, the money?" Resei forced a cold voice, and a calm expression.
"He hid them with the help of some Holo Projectors. The 5 000 he owe you, and about 1 000 extra, he took them when he left. It was all we had for food and... and... He doomed us trying to save himself. That.. That.."
"Calm down, Miss, please calm down! I have a suggestion. You take the first shuttle to tatooine, and marry that old farmer you know.
I think he liked you, and he need a wife, and is to old to get kids...
You would bothe benefit from it, until he eventually dies... But then you will be a little safer than today."

The twi'lek considered it.
"Why not. The children need a father, and we all need money. I will tell you why not. Because that bartender down there will claim half the... income, and I have signed a paper, I have to stay here for atleast another month... But perhaps I will do it then... But In the mean time I need money. You wouldn't perhaps..."

But Resei had already left, crying behind his visors.
Crying for what he had done, what he had seen, and all the bad things in the world.
He tried to shut out the childrens cries from his ears, and the memories of the bony, poor Twi'lek begging him to...
He finally arrived at the docks, torn inside.