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Created on 2017-12-14 16:29:02 (#3323020), last updated 2018-06-12 (393 weeks ago)
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| Name: | ѕιnjιr raтн velυѕ |
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| Location: | The Galaxy |
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"You were a bad man."
"Still am, maybe, though I'm trying to do better. But that's not why I'm telling you this story. The reason I'm telling you this is that you think you're my enemy, and that's not true, not at all. The Empire is my enemy. The Empire has always been my enemy. I hunted my own kind. I hurt them. I was made to doubt them, to see the weakness in them. And I saw so much weakness and ruination. In them." And in myself. "They were my enemy then and remain my enemy now. I've just scrapped the uniform."
"So, you're with us now? You're a rebel?"
That thought twists inside of him. He is, isn't he? A rebel. He's turned like milk past its time. Gone to the other side. And why? Because he almost died there on Endor? Because looking at all that wreckage jarred him? Changed him? What a curious reason to desert your post. It can't be that simple. It can't be that complete. He tells himself that it's temporary. That this crisis of conscience will one day resolve itself.
He lifts his chin and stares down his nose at her. "I'm not with them, but not with you, either. I'm with me."
"I don't trust people who are only in it for themselves."
He shrugs and offers a sad smile. "Then you shouldn't trust me."
"Still am, maybe, though I'm trying to do better. But that's not why I'm telling you this story. The reason I'm telling you this is that you think you're my enemy, and that's not true, not at all. The Empire is my enemy. The Empire has always been my enemy. I hunted my own kind. I hurt them. I was made to doubt them, to see the weakness in them. And I saw so much weakness and ruination. In them." And in myself. "They were my enemy then and remain my enemy now. I've just scrapped the uniform."
"So, you're with us now? You're a rebel?"
That thought twists inside of him. He is, isn't he? A rebel. He's turned like milk past its time. Gone to the other side. And why? Because he almost died there on Endor? Because looking at all that wreckage jarred him? Changed him? What a curious reason to desert your post. It can't be that simple. It can't be that complete. He tells himself that it's temporary. That this crisis of conscience will one day resolve itself.
He lifts his chin and stares down his nose at her. "I'm not with them, but not with you, either. I'm with me."
"I don't trust people who are only in it for themselves."
He shrugs and offers a sad smile. "Then you shouldn't trust me."
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