"Thank you," he nods, more to himself then anyone. Focused solely on the lightsaber, to his sight alone it glows a bright white tinged in violet. A sure as sign as any he needed to look at it. The Force tended to be more blatant about the thing he's meant to read. He closes his eyes as his fingers encircle the hilt---
---selling pictures. I've worked rather hard one them, I started with calligraphy---bartering for baked goods, muffins my favorite flavor---
Innocent enough things so far. He pushes back further---
---a long awaited kis---
Private memory. PRIVATE MEMORY. Further---
---help instead of hurt---redemp---keep my skills from getting rusty---Midgard has a lot of dangerous creatures, doesn't it?
Helping a boy fight skeletons? Weird, but interesting... Further---
---she's strong. Too much for him now but he'll just keep on improving---
A lightsaber duel, he lingers for a moment. They're both GOOD. That confirms it about other Force users too. Further---
---ing busy. Working in a mechanics shop---
Everything in recent memory was just of the Nexus? People could return to their homeworlds... why hadn't Ben?
Further---Further---Furth---
---He's dying. He will die. But Rey... Rey will---
Cal's eyes fly back open and he releases a breath of air and drops the lightsaber back in Ben's palm. Only a minute or two had gone by in real time despite the flood of memories he'd just waded through. He takes a moment longer to collect himself.
"You died," he finally says, still a bit dazed and unaware of how blunt that must sound, "You gave her everything you had so she would live."
He's silent for a moment longer, feeling more focused now, "I didn't go back further then that. You've clearly got a past but... for now I trust you. I'd, I'd like to take you up on your offer I think."
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---selling pictures. I've worked rather hard one them, I started with calligraphy---bartering for baked goods, muffins my favorite flavor---
Innocent enough things so far. He pushes back further---
---a long awaited kis---
Private memory. PRIVATE MEMORY. Further---
---help instead of hurt---redemp---keep my skills from getting rusty---Midgard has a lot of dangerous creatures, doesn't it?
Helping a boy fight skeletons? Weird, but interesting... Further---
---she's strong. Too much for him now but he'll just keep on improving---
A lightsaber duel, he lingers for a moment. They're both GOOD. That confirms it about other Force users too. Further---
---ing busy. Working in a mechanics shop---
Everything in recent memory was just of the Nexus? People could return to their homeworlds... why hadn't Ben?
Further---Further---Furth---
---He's dying. He will die. But Rey... Rey will---
Cal's eyes fly back open and he releases a breath of air and drops the lightsaber back in Ben's palm. Only a minute or two had gone by in real time despite the flood of memories he'd just waded through. He takes a moment longer to collect himself.
"You died," he finally says, still a bit dazed and unaware of how blunt that must sound, "You gave her everything you had so she would live."
He's silent for a moment longer, feeling more focused now, "I didn't go back further then that. You've clearly got a past but... for now I trust you. I'd, I'd like to take you up on your offer I think."