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[opress]

I don't enjoy my brother burning bridges, as it were, but that's his decision and I stand by him for it. If he asked me to, I would do it for him.

[Because Savage had no issue taking any of Maul's needs on, didn't quell from orders that would never come. He wouldn't care to be villainized in his brother's stead or even because of his loyalty.]

I see. So you were simply setting a boundary through honesty. You're far more direct than most Jedi.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Am I? Well, habit maybe, for a lot of Jedi. When you're tuned into people's emotions, it can be hard to figure out what should be addressed out loud and what should let alone out of respect for privacy or out of kindness.

You'd burn bridges just because your brother asked you to? Even if you didn't really want to?

[opress]

Perhaps because you started older than most Jedi when it comes to training too.

Yes. After everything he's been through, there is very little I wouldn't do for him.

[ezra_of_lothal]

I get how knowing how much someone has gone through can make you want to do nearly anything for someone - I've felt that way about my masters.

I guess I don't understand how cutting ties...helps. Either of you.

[opress]

The worlds either use us, shun us or fight us. To earn your place in the galaxy, you have to be stronger and more coordinated than your enemies. My brother and I have always been stronger together.

I will not abandon him again.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Savage. There's...there's no war here. There's just us. All of us, here in Trench, trying to make a place for ourselves. To survive, and hopefully more than that. Thrive.

[He sighs.]

Doing what you can to make sure not even you're more isolated isn't abandoning him.

[opress]

There are still many battles daily. My brother and I survive; that's what we were designed to do.

He may need my assistance.

[Of course, Maul very rarely called on him since he had arrived in Deerington and then Trench. He expected that had to do with fear of him dying, which shouldn't matter because death wasn't permanent.]

[ezra_of_lothal]

I'm not saying you shouldn't help him, in a general sense.

Do you - do you not want more than purely surviving? More than fighting? For both of you?

[opress]

My brother has aspirations, yes. And I follow his lead.

[He did not admit that he was working on this whole 'goals and aspirations' concept for himself. He'd never had the opportunities of freedom to do so before, so it was a learning curve he was approaching slowly.]

And I enjoy fighting. I'm good at it. Do you not enjoy a good battle where you lay your opponent on their backs? [Or kill them goes unspoken.]

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Aspirations? Well, that's not ominous at all.]

I enjoy a good spar. I can't say I've enjoyed a fight with life or death stakes...in a while.

Your models. The Legos. What do you enjoy about them?

[opress]

The adrenaline is worthwhile in life or death. It proves your skills are sharp, but a good spar is also acceptable as a fight.

[Savage went a chilly silent. For some reason, he found that question more invasive than any other. Maybe because he had so little 'his' that the idea of talking about it made it seem like he might have to share.]

I like... putting things together.

[ezra_of_lothal]

[Ezra isn't sure what to make of the long silence. Maybe no more questions for a the moment?]

That's cool. Ship repairs and working on buildings can be pretty satisfying, for me, too.

I think I prefer making things grow, though.

[opress]

I haven't done much ship repairs lately. The robotics seem... less than ideal here.

Are you planning on making kits then?

[ezra_of_lothal]

[It take him several seconds to work out what in the world Savage even means by kits. And then...making them?

Oh. Ohhhhhh.]

Uhhhhhh. N-No. Not on my to do list. I mean, I've helped take care of small babies before, and honestly I miss them. But not in a hurry to make...my own.

I had a garden, where I was before I got here. Think I'm going to start another here, although it'll be harder.

[opress]

[Oh. Plants. Dathomir wasn't an agricultural hub of anything, but he supposed other green more proliferative planets would have better opportunities.]

Ah, you do not have a mate. That will come with time if you're strong enough to be considered breedable.

[Don't worry, he knows all about such things. Except he doesnt'. Human courtship seemed overly complicated.]

You're not one of those vegetable people, are you? [Vegetarian was the word he actually was looking for but didn't bother to learn.]

[ezra_of_lothal]

Yeah, no mate. Not really looking for one, either? I guess if I met the right person, but I'm not worried about it.

I...like vegetables?

[opress]

Sometimes you don't get a choice, so watch out.

Oh. No wonder you are small.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Uh. I'm not saying not getting a choice doesn't happen -

Savage. Was that...common, where you're from?

[opress]

Males have no choice. We live, fight and die at the will of the Sisters. They choose mates of the strongest of us, and then they kill us when our purpose is served.

[ezra_of_lothal]

[He knows the Nightsister are Darksiders, and he's felt the Darkness steeped into Dathomir, even with the Nightsisters dead.

He's still stunned silent for a long moment.]

Well. You've been...not there, for a while. How do you feel about all that?

[opress]

How do I feel about not being on the planet I was born and raised on? I hated that place, but it remains my home.

Isn't that how most people feel about their planets?

[ezra_of_lothal]

I..don't know about most. I love Lothal.

I only hated what the Empire did to it.

[opress]

You seem like you love too freely compared to most of the people I have spoken to.

What did the Empire do to it?

[ezra_of_lothal]

There's no such thing as loving too freely. Only mistakes made, in action.

The Empire stripped down the local government. Put a governor appointed by the Emperor and a garrison in place. Kicked people out of the homes and off their farms, and push them into shanty towns. Arrested my parents and a bunch of other people for speaking out, and kept them locked up for years and years.

Murdered people for nearly any excuse and called it punishment for treason. Mined out swaths of land, and burned forest, so much the damage could be seen from space. Blockaded it and cut it off from trade. Bombarded the capital city.

I could go on.

[opress]

There is. Like all emotion, if it consumes you, you'll make bad decisions. Love is two-faced with light and dark energies. Love makes people stupid.

[As he had been for loving his brothers, and still remained stupid in his own way for continuing to love his elder brother deeply despite knowing the loss of his younger one. Love was a blight, but he freely accepted it for Maul.]

Why didn't the people stop the Empire? Were they too frightened or unskilled?