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[candor1]

[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.

For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.

…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.

So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.

Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.

His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to Earth American ears.]

I was wondering, if you're willing to share—

[on an open network, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]

Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?

I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.

[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).


As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]

…and hello. My name's Cassian.

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[prophesiedone]

[Anakin has let his fear take hold of him. Instead of trusting on an outside power to guide and protect him and his loved ones, he is choosing to take the place of that power himself. The death of his mother, the potential death of Padmé, the loss of his children - twins it would seem - have driven him to the brink of despair and sanity. Palpatine has preyed on that and let the wounds fester.

Oh he cannot blame the man for his choices, but the Sith Lord certainly hasn't helped him get any clarity or healing. However, for right now, he sees no reason to establish an Empire. Luke, his son, is present, but Anakin can protect him without entering into politics. And if Padmé should arrive, he will find a way to alter her fate.

He will save her. There is simply no other option.]

Good luck. [He chortles, very little amusement behind the sound.] I'm not the one you have to worry about. We are in a world filled with heroes and villains.

[candor1]

[I'm not the one you have to worry about. …first: Yavá let that be true. Second: did that mean idiomatically don't worry about me or I know who you should worry about? Third: wht was the balance of keeping an eye on things to make sure one had any control in one's involvement vs. involvement becoming self-fulfilling…

At last, as if generic thanks/agreement, but with the heaviness of realities behind it…]

All worlds are.

[prophesiedone]

There are more here and they have powers and abilities you won't find on a generic planet. [Whether Cassian takes care or not isn't up to him. He is trying to be decent in his own warped way.]

[candor1]

In more varied ways, at least.

[Though Cassian said it in clear agreement. …And decides to take the words in the spirit they were (hopefully, really) given.]

Thank you for the warning.