[He stops, blinks past the joke, trying to figure out something that isn't exactly transparent. Looks down, then up again, dropping his hand from her side to hold up the saber still held tightly in his palm.]
--these things run on crystals?
[Seriously??? No. No way. That can't be right. It's tech, it's-- something ancient and cultivated, not something someone just pulled out of the freaking ground.]
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--these things run on crystals?
[Seriously??? No. No way. That can't be right. It's tech, it's-- something ancient and cultivated, not something someone just pulled out of the freaking ground.]