[In order to kill planets. Such a thing seems not only insurmountable, but utterly horrifying. Of all the terrible things he's seen done at the hands of the enemy he's still fighting: exploitation, subjugation, usurpation, and far, far too much death, he can barely fathom the idea beyond words. The shock sits clear on his face as all expressions seem to, as he works through the rest of the explanation he'd asked for but hadn't imagined like this at all.]
So we lost. [How else do you end up with an Empire? With him gone? With Padmé? That would explain the need to hide, wouldn't it? He couldn't blame Obi-Wan in that condition, even if he still loathes the idea of it. He lets out a breath and shakes his head. Even if he is right--if it is true--it still isn't the point, is it?]
I'm sorry, this is... [a lot. Never mind that.] Is Obi-Wan training you well, then?
[It's a reasonable assumption, if the man's passing down weaponry like an heirloom. Obi-Wan has a sentimental bone in him after all. He'll never hear the end of it.]
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So we lost. [How else do you end up with an Empire? With him gone? With Padmé? That would explain the need to hide, wouldn't it? He couldn't blame Obi-Wan in that condition, even if he still loathes the idea of it. He lets out a breath and shakes his head. Even if he is right--if it is true--it still isn't the point, is it?]
I'm sorry, this is... [a lot. Never mind that.] Is Obi-Wan training you well, then?
[It's a reasonable assumption, if the man's passing down weaponry like an heirloom. Obi-Wan has a sentimental bone in him after all.
He'll never hear the end of it.]