[ You don't look like much of a warrior. His insides do an odd twist at that, pride warring with exhaustion. Once, he would have slammed a person into a wall with the Force for less, although the fact he doesn't have it is a moot point when she isn't being overly rude; he supposes he looks awful, so. That's ... fair. Depending which planet he was dropped on (and if he did survive) it's probably smarter not to admit what he can do, or who he is. A lot of people never saw him without his mask.
A small smile curls at the corner of his lips, more of an indent than anything. ]
I don't.
[ Technically not a lie. He can't even sense the Force right now and it isn't magic, even when he can. ]
I lived on ships, no particular planet. My name is ... Ben.
no subject
A small smile curls at the corner of his lips, more of an indent than anything. ]
I don't.
[ Technically not a lie. He can't even sense the Force right now and it isn't magic, even when he can. ]
I lived on ships, no particular planet. My name is ... Ben.