Edwon turned his face in the direction of Darth Jadus, once he started talking. It was partially out of habit, because it tended to unnerve and even anger humans when he insisted he could see them even with his back turned, and partially to hear him better. His head felt fuzzy, and while he was pretty sure his ears were fine, it helped him focus.

Though focusing on Darth Jadus was never a pleasant experience. At least now he was only a dim dark glow in an otherwise darkened room, drawing his attention but not causing any real discomfort at the same time. He was, in fact, the only thing in this room Edwon could properly make out, so it was a little bit reassuring, almost. Maybe his concussion wasn't going to blind him after all.

"Well, I never served death. What a waste," he said, shrugging. His tone implied this might as well be any casual conversation. "Or the Dark Council, though you Sith do seem to believe everyone serves you first."

He was still lumping Jadus in with the rest of the Dark Council. This probably wasn't the time to antagonize.

"I serve Imperial Intelligence. Although until I get off this planet, I'm not sure how relevant that is. And that's even assuming I'm not electrocuted by you within the next few minutes."