[Another breath and his hand goes still, attention drifting over to Solo instead. There's life in the machine, it's easy to feel - easier to understand and more sturdy than the flow of the Force beneath his fingertips. Artificial, weighted thrumming like the hum of his lightsaber pressed neatly in his palm. Not perfect, but beautiful in its own right.
Still it's been ages since he set himself to so technical a task. Not as long as he'd been away, but enough that even briefly considering it all feels like straining for something in the dark. Knowing where, only not exactly: half-blind, half-fumbled.
He remembers the switches, not their functions.]
Where do you keep your maintenance equipment?
[If he is to stay committed to this course, he'll need a purpose. Amongst the Resistance there is no place for him, and Skywalker--
no subject
Still it's been ages since he set himself to so technical a task. Not as long as he'd been away, but enough that even briefly considering it all feels like straining for something in the dark. Knowing where, only not exactly: half-blind, half-fumbled.
He remembers the switches, not their functions.]
Where do you keep your maintenance equipment?
[If he is to stay committed to this course, he'll need a purpose. Amongst the Resistance there is no place for him, and Skywalker--
This is better. This would suit him.]