you have to care for him , ANAKIN. I WILL, MOM ! every one is a TOOL: to be manipulated, to be dirtied by the ink on his HANDS. ( that’s not ink, STAR - BOY. much too dark. ) his eyes do not wander, his goal does not change. he is a star with a fixed point, a DOOMED trajectory. S C U M.
who, REALLY, is below YOU ? not your angel, she was never put in the ground. she returned to the cosmos, dressed in silk, neck deep in water. ( you never learned to swim, for you HATED the beach. ) wasting time, wasting energy, wasting, wasting, wasting.
❛ one, as of now. ❜ life was but a series of WHO, of WHERE, of WHO IS NEXT. ❛ a single rogue prisoner, in the eyes of the SENATE. A MISCALCULATION. an inconvenience. and that is how it SHALL remain. ❜
there are many within the galaxy that see a droid as just a droid and not much else. to be created by hands with a certain reason gives less thought of sentience in the minds of others when put against those born and finding their own reason in the galaxy. it is easy, kaytoo ventures, to just see some wiring and plates put together to form something that will do one’s bidding. but there are others that take pride and heart within their creations, and even find their creation’s own -–– ( ah, dare he think that damned word, ) heart.
in the empire, kaytoo was created on an assembly line. he was repurposed and reprogrammed, and suddenly felt pieces of the cage leave. but he still had to remember it for their missions. had to remember it right now, because he had a bad feeling about this, and about the idea that he couldn’t dupe the sith lord forever. perhaps not everyone still believed in the force, but kaytoo didn’t wish to find out the hard way.
it has to be cassian. he repeats the number and they continue walking. it almost seems darth vader’s footsteps are more mechanical than kaytoo’s at some points. but the droid keeps up after the wake of the cape, and dares not try and step closer than necessary.
❛ has he been captured then, yet ? or
his location known ? ❜
