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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.

[realists]

I find if very charming that you didn't say it looks like shit.

[ adorable. ]

Do you think a billboard would work? He likes people showing off for him, right?

[strove]

Loki has his E-Mail address.

[realists]

[ how the fuck ]

That's weird.

[strove]

I've had breakfast with the man myself. I don't think we have to resort to billboards.

[realists]

And yet does anyone know his actual name?

[strove]

I think Loki does, if he has his E-Mail. I'm hoping he cooperated with Quentin, but it's hard to say with Loki.

[realists]

Maybe his pants are so tight it restricts the blood to his brain.

[ is now not the time to drag loki's fashion sense? oh well, that is how they met, she won't let it die. ]

[strove]

I'm not sure blood flow is really an issue for him.

[This remark has too many layers and she mentally types it and then ... sends it into the wind.]

[realists]

Making me think about that is cruel.

[strove]

Your reference, not mine.

[realists]

EUGH

[ ah, cool, the implant can translated the disgusted noise she made ]

[strove]

You're welcome.