[Stang. Has he just inadvertently walked into a Council lecture? He tries to laugh it off, but something about this hits him in the wrong way. Whether it's reminiscent of the Council's more aggravating moments or simply pinging on his until-now unspoken homesickness, he isn't sure he can say.
Or if he wants to.]
I've fought my share of Sith Lords, I know how that works.
[Fought. Lost to repeatedly. Semantics. He knows that this is a topic all too often hushed by the Order: the rise of the Sith is not common knowledge, and for good reason. But Chirrut sounds so much like one of the Masters that Anakin's better judgment...simply isn't.]
no subject
Or if he wants to.]
I've fought my share of Sith Lords, I know how that works.
[Fought. Lost to repeatedly. Semantics. He knows that this is a topic all too often hushed by the Order: the rise of the Sith is not common knowledge, and for good reason. But Chirrut sounds so much like one of the Masters that Anakin's better judgment...simply isn't.]