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“Look,” the Captain said, striving valiantly to sound calm and reasonable. “I was in the Axxilan anti-Pirate fleet. I hate slavery of all kinds. I fought that sort of scum. I would never take part in it.”
“And yet you would take Luke,” Obi-Wan pointed out, turning to pour the hot water over tea in the mugs.
“Not to that !” Piett insisted.
Obi-Wan could feel his exhaustion and moved to hand him the mug.
“What were your orders then, Captain?” he asked, seating himself on a crate and watching Piett keenly. The man was very sincere. He radiated truth. This was all very odd.
“I…can’t…” Piett sighed in frustration and sipped at the tea.
“You just told me quite vehemently you would not take part in slavery. Kidnapping children is somehow all right? Ripping him from his family sits well with you?”
“Kark you,” Piett snarled. “It isn’t like that!”
“Then, Captain ,” Obi-Wan said, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward. “Convince me. Tell me what you were ordered to do which makes you so certain.”
“Why are you so keen to protect him?” the Captain pushed back. “Are you related?”