[ To the victor the spoils and the loser... total annihilation, in the case of the Jedi. Well, maybe not total—the Order may be gone, but a few Jedi remain. Cal still breathes, for one. Against all odds.
It's not much, but it's something.
He recognizes that look of understanding and acknowledges it with one of his own, his expression softening. His fingers trace the ridges of his glass, slowly and solemnly, and he lets out a flat hah sound. ]
I guess some things don't change, huh?
[ Even across universes, which is a depressing thought. But there's something... almost comforting about finding someone who's had the same experiences, who gets it. It probably shouldn't be comforting at all, but. ]
I, uh. [ He clears his throat, aiming for a slightly less bleak tone. ] I hope your Emperor is easier to topple than mine.
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It's not much, but it's something.
He recognizes that look of understanding and acknowledges it with one of his own, his expression softening. His fingers trace the ridges of his glass, slowly and solemnly, and he lets out a flat hah sound. ]
I guess some things don't change, huh?
[ Even across universes, which is a depressing thought. But there's something... almost comforting about finding someone who's had the same experiences, who gets it. It probably shouldn't be comforting at all, but. ]
I, uh. [ He clears his throat, aiming for a slightly less bleak tone. ] I hope your Emperor is easier to topple than mine.