[ His eyes narrow. He crosses his arms. A large blank check? Meaning what? He can drain the whole of the Imperial Treasury? He can call down a strike against Ser Galen with the whole might of the Imperial Army?

No. Bad Deal, to waste the price of his loyalty on that...They'd do that of their own accord. Without him asking.

He feels sick with mingled excitement and desire and sick dread. By just agreeing, by giving up the plot and all its co-conspirators, by turning against them, he could see them all dead. And be rewarded for it...But then what? What life for you then, nameless clone? ]

And why wouldn't you just use your powers to destroy my mind? Get everything you want from it. And then eliminate the debt.