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Skeets (u lil shit) ([personal profile] snarkbot) wrote2016-09-04 09:44 pm
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[personal profile] reexamined 2018-02-27 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oddly sad.

[Kay echos, thinking about the words. They fit.

He fidgets with his hands, touching the fingertips together and bending the knuckles.
]

I will adapt, as you have. I will have a "life of my own," as much of one I'm allowed.

[Should "fate" not intervene.]

...Even in the face of logic, my loyalty subroutines are having difficulty accepting that Cassian may never return. I don't know how to... 'let go.' How do I...

[He falls quiet. This isn't in his databanks. It also isn't something he can just search online for an answer for.]

Have you ever...?
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[personal profile] reexamined 2018-02-27 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
["The capability to grieve often means you're incapable of handling it."

Reassuring. But also, accurate. He doesn't recall encountering a grieving organic who 'had themselves together' well. Not at first, at least. This would take time. Or... would it be different, for him?

For an organic, 'pain' fades with time, but why? Does it have to do with replaced cells? An organic mind's tendency to forget? Is pain only 'forgotten' but never truly 'gone'?

What would that mean, for a synthetic mind that doesn't forget? He would never forget Cassian on purpose, and he's already taken measures to ensure his memories are backed up. Will this always feel like this?

Kay looks up to Skeets.
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Have you ever mourned?
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[personal profile] reexamined 2018-03-06 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
I understand. That is logical.

[It is comforting, actually. He wants to be missed. There's few people in the Rebellion who knew of him outside of 'that reprogrammed droid' and there's even fewer people who actually cared. With the demise of Rogue One, he doesn't doubt that he was written off more as a supply lost than an individual.

Kay holds out a hand.
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Come here, please.