[ Akobi's touch lingers long enough to get TK-622 looking up at him again. Once he has eye contact, he releases the clone's hand, returning his own hand to his cup of caf. ]
You clones aren't perfect machines, as much as the Empire would like you to be. If anything, your limitations show you're just as human as the rest of us. [ Even when those limitations prevent them from thinking or acting like a natural born human would. ]
I was trying to tell you the truth. A truth you can't accept, and I understand why. I won't press on the matter. What happened before, it doesn't matter here. [ He died, because of what he did on Ralltiir. Because of the war machine he was a part of. Just like TK-622 would die someday, if left in their galaxy, in their war. He knew the life of a clone began and end with the fight. ]
Our "service" together, 622? There is no Empire here. If you want— [ He pauses, corrects himself. ] If you need me to still be your commanding officer, I will fill that role. But the one thing we can be here, even more than was possible back home, is friends.
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You clones aren't perfect machines, as much as the Empire would like you to be. If anything, your limitations show you're just as human as the rest of us. [ Even when those limitations prevent them from thinking or acting like a natural born human would. ]
I was trying to tell you the truth. A truth you can't accept, and I understand why. I won't press on the matter. What happened before, it doesn't matter here. [ He died, because of what he did on Ralltiir. Because of the war machine he was a part of. Just like TK-622 would die someday, if left in their galaxy, in their war. He knew the life of a clone began and end with the fight. ]
Our "service" together, 622? There is no Empire here. If you want— [ He pauses, corrects himself. ] If you need me to still be your commanding officer, I will fill that role. But the one thing we can be here, even more than was possible back home, is friends.