"His name is BD-1," Cal says, a bit sharp. The closeness he has with the droid is a little weird, probably, but he doesn't really care. He wouldn't be alive without the little droid, and he has no reason to treat droids as less than overall. He's spent many years traumatised and lonely, after all, so finding a friend in a droid isn't that surprising. Of course Trilla doesn't share that, but so what? He corrects her anyway.
"And yeah. Yeah, he scanned the area just after I woke up, but...something's really weird about it. It's like it doesn't stay the same. I figure that's some kind of illusion set up to screw with us, but I don't know." Dathomir had been full of those sorts of things, but that didn't ever change the info on BD-1's sensors. The fact that it's happening now is unsettling. "And before you ask, he's not malfunctioning. Checked that too." Cal's a good mechanic; there's no way he'd neglect that if something was coming up weird. He's not a programmer, exactly, but he knows his way around droids.
He doesn't think like Trilla, like someone wrapped in the Dark Side. He's not manipulative, prone to using people to get what he wants. But he is smart enough not to trust people immediately, especially anyone from the Empire. He knows what she's been through, and at the end, she was...so different. But does that mean they're friends? Definitely not. Maybe in another life, another time, they could have been. He wishes for that, but wishing is for younglings.
But she's not exactly looking down her nose at him the same this time, and her face is better than the cold blankness of the helmet, so he has to believe there's hope.
"Trilla, I..." He has no idea how to say what he wants to say. I watched you die. I'm sorry. A hundred other things.
Instead, he settles for, "I don't know how we got here, especially how you got here. But whatever this is, we can figure it out together. If you want."
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Date: 2020-08-27 08:41 am (UTC)"And yeah. Yeah, he scanned the area just after I woke up, but...something's really weird about it. It's like it doesn't stay the same. I figure that's some kind of illusion set up to screw with us, but I don't know." Dathomir had been full of those sorts of things, but that didn't ever change the info on BD-1's sensors. The fact that it's happening now is unsettling. "And before you ask, he's not malfunctioning. Checked that too." Cal's a good mechanic; there's no way he'd neglect that if something was coming up weird. He's not a programmer, exactly, but he knows his way around droids.
He doesn't think like Trilla, like someone wrapped in the Dark Side. He's not manipulative, prone to using people to get what he wants. But he is smart enough not to trust people immediately, especially anyone from the Empire. He knows what she's been through, and at the end, she was...so different. But does that mean they're friends? Definitely not. Maybe in another life, another time, they could have been. He wishes for that, but wishing is for younglings.
But she's not exactly looking down her nose at him the same this time, and her face is better than the cold blankness of the helmet, so he has to believe there's hope.
"Trilla, I..." He has no idea how to say what he wants to say. I watched you die. I'm sorry. A hundred other things.
Instead, he settles for, "I don't know how we got here, especially how you got here. But whatever this is, we can figure it out together. If you want."