"I don't see how that would help anything, we're having a perfectly pleasant conversation."

"It wouldn't," she says, sagely. "And yes, we are. Which reminds me."

She stands, goes to and opens the door, and says on her comlink: "Belay the security team, please. When Occlus leaves her meeting let her know I'm having a pleasant chat and will provide more information when I have it."

// Callida == ++fast // Jedi/mynock + ship == False alarm? //

"No."

// Callida + next time =/= [ ++fast demand => immediate revision ] // TN-R13 == valuable // Processing time =/= infinite // TN-R13 - //

"I apologize for the demands on your time," sighs Callida, "but I thought it wise to have you on standby while I took a few minutes to-"

// TN-R13 =/= standby! // Time + last message == 6.29 seconds!! // There is a pause, then, louder: // Callida + disturbance == minutes? //

".... It has been, yes. That is very odd."

A mynock, is he? Definitely never letting Artoo hear that particular analogy.

"Ah, Bar did mention something about time pausing on the other side of the door when it's shut."

"Ah. Apparently while the door to the bar that has borrowed my cargo hold is closed, time is paused."

There is another pause, this one longer.

// Crazy time wizardry =/= TN-R13's problem // decides the astromech droid.

Callida snorts. "No, I suppose it isn't. Thank you for being patient with me, I apologize for the confusion. I'll endeavor not to let the - crazy time wizardry bother you in the future."

// Callida == tolerable //

"Thank you."

She closes the door again.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Luke, Luke Skywalker."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Lord Callida."

"Lord...?"

"I would have thought the attire would have given me away," she says dryly. She eyes his clothes. "Though I suppose fashion might have changed in the apparent three thousand year gap. Usually black's for Sith Lords, you know."

"As the last official Force-user in the galaxy, I've got some leeway in the uniform department."

"Ah." Callida smiles, slightly, and decides to sit. This time, her seat's across from him, and she props her head up with an arm to look at him critically. "And leeway in other departments as well? I'd thought it standard procedure to threaten Sith Lords with lightsabers. We're dangerous, you know. Or was my previous experience an anomaly?"

"Well, that wouldn't be my first choice of response. But I don't know anything about the circumstances of your last encounter."

"As I understand it, she and her companion had just killed the Emperor - compare mine to yours, except this one managed to keep a handle on an entire bloated society of Sith - and were looking for an escape route off the planet. They went poking about my ship, I opened the door and said hello, armed with a bowl of cereal and a lot of nerve." And the knowledge that she was the only one on her ship that could maybe take them, and at the very least, she should keep herself between them and the people under her command. "They requested passage off the planet, which I declined to give them. Then my cereal was sadly bisected, and I was threatened." She considers. "To her dubious credit she didn't seem like she was all that experienced with making threats. It was very 'Do what I want or else,' to which I asked, 'Well, what is the else?' which did not go over well."

Her words are flippant, but there's some hint of deeper motives to her, though nothing particularly easy to pick out without something more invasive.

"Ah. Well. My Jedi training was- not fully completed, but confronting the Emperor was a fraught experience, emotionally. I would be... surprised, if she had been her best self in the time afterwards. His presence was almost overwhelming."

She is looking at him very intensely now.

"I imagine so, and while I sympathize, is that how it is to go? She suffered from the presence of an evil man, and so whatever she does to innocent bystanders is justified, as long as they're labelled with the correct word that means 'not a person'?"

"Not justified. Understandable, maybe. Threatening an uninvolved bystander was wrong of her, and she should bear responsibility for what she did. But I think it's important to consider context. When people are under stress, it's easier for us to make decisions that are wrong, that hurt others. If it was me, I would regret my actions and hope that the person I harmed would be able to take the circumstances into account when I asked for forgiveness."

"Hm," says Callida, still eyeing him. Is that a smile? It looks like a faint smile.

"Full completed Jedi training or not, I think you're doing all right."

Luke is utterly oblivious to any faint smiles.

"It doesn't feel that way most of the time."

"No? What does it feel like, most of the time?"

"Like I'm stumbling around in the dark, blind and deaf."

"I can sympathize." She thinks of her time stumbling around in dark tombs, of that first time stumbling around in pitch darkness. Empathize might be more accurate.

"Want to talk about it?" she wonders, lightly.

"I said I was the last Jedi, but I won't be forever. My sister is going to have children soon, and they'll be Force-sensitive more likely than not. I didn't start my training until I was nineteen. I have no idea how I'm going to teach them or even if I'm the sort of person who can."

"Well, to begin, what happens if they don't want to be Jedi?"

"Then I still have a responsibility to teach them enough that they don't fall down the same path as Vader."

"Vader being the Emperor?" she clarifies.

"No. Vader was... his servant."