[well, he's like a computer processing a software upgrade. trying to reconcile his past with who he is now. discovering that it was easier to just ... block some things out. shove them away. things that were too painful, pieces that didn't fit. he didn't need those.
as he walks with her, he takes in his surroundings neutrally. it's not an enemy stronghold; it's just another ship. stormtroopers are just people, but not people who he thinks need saving. not important. scenery.]
Yeah? [he tilts his head, considering the question like she'd just asked something as menial as what he'd like for lunch.] Yeah. Of course. I should've joined you a long time ago.
[why did he attach himself to a dying cause for so long? the writing had been on the wall ages ago. stubbornness, maybe.
like so many things, it was tossed into the box of things he didn't want to think about anymore.]
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as he walks with her, he takes in his surroundings neutrally. it's not an enemy stronghold; it's just another ship. stormtroopers are just people, but not people who he thinks need saving. not important. scenery.]
Yeah? [he tilts his head, considering the question like she'd just asked something as menial as what he'd like for lunch.] Yeah. Of course. I should've joined you a long time ago.
[why did he attach himself to a dying cause for so long? the writing had been on the wall ages ago. stubbornness, maybe.
like so many things, it was tossed into the box of things he didn't want to think about anymore.]