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[strove]

That's the best take on it. It doesn't show up on X-rays, or we'd have a problem going to hospitals.

[Note: the Displaced are paranoid enough about hospitals.]

[realists]

Your power, do you know how far you can push it?

[ jyn's sure felt it, but she doesn't know the full extent, really. most people are particularly effusive with what their powers can do, probably to their collective detriment. ]

[strove]

I haven't practiced.

[That's not an answer.]

I know what I could do in Zerzura, though. The extent of it, the knowledge of it. I know that I took it easy on you.

[What she did to Jyn there wasn't "taking it easy" at all.]

[realists]

So you could kill someone.

[ as blunt as a rampaging buffalion, as ever. ]

[strove]

Yes.

[Clarke, in true, angsty, and fully melodramatic form, doesn't add: I don't need a power to do that. But obviously she thinks it.]

[realists]

Don't be too hard on yourself, you're not the only one.

[strove]

No, I'm not.

[realists]

Cassian had a dream. More of that cryptic bullshit, but this one was

Different.

Of course there was a bird in it.

[strove]

I don't understand.

Was it someone else's dream? Or like the dreams we had before? Back in the day?

Before the big one.

[realists]

Before Tokyo.

Have you ever heard of a Swiftlet?

[strove]

No, but being here has taught me a lot more about birds than I ever learned up on the Ark.

[Because they keep coming up.]

You capitalized it, though.

[realists]

I used to use birds as my aliases. Cassius was not the first person to call me a little birdie.

It's a device, for control.

[ her hand goes to her chest, fingers pressing into her breastbone but clarke can see that. ]

They shoved it in his chest. You can guess where.

[strove]

I can.

[A thousand thoughts pour into her head at once. Control. It's always been a fear of theirs, that they might wake up one day and be in someone else's hands.]

Jyn.

What does that mean for us?

[realists]

It means someone wants to control us. But it didn't work.

Whatever it is inside us wouldn't obey, it fought back and it caused every one else to fight back too. Those dreams about people stabbing doctors with scalpels, I think this is why.

[strove]

[Clarke breathes a sigh of relief. Her response takes a few minutes, when she was responding rather swiftly before.]

You know, it's funny. Ball told us that we'd go to the gates and find answers for what we are.

What if that's why he saw this now?

[realists]

Seems likely.

I think we need to speak with Ball again, he knows more than he's telling.

[strove]

I know Loki and Quentin were looking into it. I can see if they made any progress.

[realists]

Probably a better idea than mine.

[strove]

Which was?

[realists]

A large billboard that said "hey Ball call me you son of a Hutt"

[ an adult ]

[strove]

[A ... Hutt ...]

How can someone be the son of a shack?

[realists]

Imagine the most disgusting thing in the entire galaxy. Then add slime and mucus and seven tonnes. That's a Hutt. They're even more disgusting once they speak.

[strove]

This is where I'm glad that we only have humans in my universe.

[realists]

[ jyn attaches a quick digital sketch of a hutt; it looks like shit but that might not be jyn's inexpert art skills. that might just be hutts in general. ]

What you don't want to live in the same galaxy as that?

[strove]

[What the ...]

I'll give it a pass.

That looks like fecal matter.