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Blaze hasn’t been around the Plaza much of late, keeping her Nexus visits to brisk strolls through less well-protected areas. Areas she’s less likely to run into familiar faces. But today the Exo Guardian teleports straight in, the signs of recent battle marring her armor as she pulls off her helm and looks around. After a moment, she exchanges a glance with the tiny silver bot floating at her side, then strides over and parks herself on the nearest sturdy bench.

“Ever feel like you’ve learned more than you could have imagined and still wound up right back where you started?” It’s the first frustrated question that comes to mind. She shakes her head at it.

“Never mind. How do you ground yourself when you need to get your head straight?”

That's an easy one. She has an abundance of questions today, and to her unease most of them aren’t ones she feels free to share.

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She can see it the moment Dia realizes. So much for not getting caught up in that subject, but she supposes it's better to get it out of the way. She nods, allows the woman a few minutes to take it in. At least now Dia will have some context for the Exo's questions.

"Guess I can see where the confusion comes from," she says, with a glance round and an apologetic shrug at her Ghost. "But Ghosts are in a whole different league to manufactured droids. You don't buy them, or whatever it is. If one thinks you have the potential to become a Guardian, it chooses you."

That's beside the real point, though. She shifts her weight awkwardly.

"...It's news to me, too. Guess you can understand why I'm trying to figure out if it was real."

Unfortunately, trying to avoid that subject would be, in Dia's terms, like trying to avoid the Bantha standing in the middle of the room and blocking the doorway behind it. Still, context helps some as she manages to get past her surprise and mild horror at the idea (since, as someone who has mechanical hands, she values her humanity and that's an entirely different set of issues-of-a-subscription-plan).

"A little bit, yes," Dia admitted with a nod. "But I can see why you'd have trouble disbelieving if it was real, or even wanting to disbelieve it, given the bloody mountain of implications it's throwing in your face."

Dia taps her chin in thought, "I'm guessing all the information regarding this is classified and unable to be accessed by you or Ghost?" Ghost, in particular, gets a bit of a sideways glance. Given she also remembers the little droid's behaviour during the whole temporal event that happened.

Ghost flutters a little, almost looking abashed at that sideways look. Blaze shakes her head, letting out a bitter chuckle.

"Not classified. Gone. We were built centuries ago, before our civilization collapsed into the Dark Age. Everyone who'd know anything about it is either dead, or-" she taps the side of her head, "wiped. All we have are fragments of memory and the hope of some extremely lucky archaeology. I don't call that enough to go on."

She looks across the plaza for a moment, hand drifting to the strip of embroidered cloth she wears at her hip. "I think that's what bothers me most. It doesn't clear up any of the questions I had - we have - about our origin, just creates a whole set of new ones. You're right: I wish I could discount it. That, or dig up the truth and get it over with. Either option would be a whole lot easier than this."

It's another surprise to find out that Blaze is bloody centuries old, but it's not as shocking as it was finding out her origins. This one merely earns a blink of surprise and Dia's eyebrows raising for a moment. This time, she has enough wherewithal not to comment at least.

"Being stuck in that middle of all that with no way to resolve it would be endlessly frustrating. But if I can offer a suggestion, the Nexus might offer some kind of solution. The bloody library is huge, and I certainly haven't gotten through all of it yet."

Blaze almost chuckles, catching that look from Dia. She's gotten all too well-acquainted with that feeling since her Ghost raised her. Eventually you just learn to roll with the revelations...at least, when they aren't getting so damned personal.

"Hnnh. Kinda falls in the same category as luck and archaeology to me. I won't say it's impossible, but we've been in that library before and turned up no intel on our Golden Age. And I'm a warrior with one hell of a war to pursue. I can't go questing after this. I'm not convinced it even deserves that much. Better to make a judgment call and-" what can you even do with something so huge?

"...Move on."

Admittedly, with the strange things in her own life that she's experienced as a Sith Assassin and as a go-fer delving into temples with ridiculous traps and Force-knows-what locked away inside, Dia could definitely roll with the best of them, and tended to store information or implications away for later consideration. Mostly because she usually had to focus on the matter at hand, since more often than not, it was usually trying to kill her in an unpleasant fashion.

This situation isn't trying to kill her, but by the bloody Force, it's still a little surprising. Droids and cybernetics have been around as long as she can remember, and will likely be around long after she's gone. But hearing that Blaze... whatever her case is, is centuries old says something about her impressive longevity that's also a little disturbing.

Especially considering her origins.

"File it away for later pursuit." Is Dia's immediate response, however, "That's what I generally do with revelations and new information, particularly when I've other matters to focus on at the time." Having her time being her own, even for a few years, is still something of a novelty when she's been both a Slave and an Apprentice (with a more than a bit of a blurred line between the two) for a majority of her existence. "And pursue it later when I've got the time to do so and ponder the implications of such."

She's nothing if not practical minded by virtue of what she was trained to do, and has had to do to survive. "Admittedly, here," a gesture to their surroundings, meaning the Nexus as a whole, "Time is a little..." Pause, eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming as she tries to find a good word for it, "...mutable at best."

The Exo Titan grunts and doesn't reply for a minute. Truthfully the idea of pursuing this at all feels like more than she can stomach, and Blaze is not a person with whom uncertainty sits well. When the whole affair was a mystery lost to time it was easy enough to shrug off, but suddenly it feels more like an open wound. She'd rather choose to disbelieve it than carry on with her identity in question.

And while taking advantage of the strange flow of time here to go on a personal quest with lots of self-contemplation and fruitless trawling for information sounds just fine for a Warlock (and Dia qualifies, in her mind) it also sounds like Blaze's personal hell. Bad enough she's sitting here brooding over her internal thunderclouds for this long.

But that isn't Dia's concern. Blaze just asks her, "So you think it was real, then?"

She supposes the ex-Sith's expressions have kind of given her an answer already, but it helps to hear it outright.

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