silent, stony (weary of their tyranny)
“My dear,” he said, finally, when he could breathe without blinding pain again. “If this is an attempt at some do-gooding, it is embarrassingly misguided. You’d do better to give me a blaster bolt to the brain. At least then, I wouldn’t have to tangle with the small, pathetic life of the uninitiated.”
or: obi-wan is a sith. commander cody doesn't have time for that kark.
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