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Atton's at a booth, mechanical parts (all of the mostly circular variety) and curved bits of sharp metal floating in the air above him, being carefully put together.

Which evidently means his powers are either back or on their way back. This pleases Atton lots, which is why he seems in a particularly chirpy mood.

Botherable.

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She whistled. "Damn. Dat sucks."

She doesn't feel the need to mention she can read and write three languages.

"Not really. I grew up on a world that didn't put much stock in reading or writing. Until it was bombed."

She nods. "Dieu." It's more of an exhale than something she consciously says.

"Not a clue what that means." Atton grins.

"Sorry. Means 'God'. English ain't m' firs' language."

She shrugs. "Prolly de same f'r y'."

"Ah, no. Well, Galactic Basic isn't. But I learnt to speak it at a pretty young age."

"Same here. But de knee jerk reactions're still in de language I was born t'."

"I haven't spoken much in my native language for almost twenty years. Needless t'say, my knee jerk reactions started being in Basic a while back."

"Yeah. De 'ficial language o' de guild is Creole, so all de paperwork 'n' business meetin's 're in dat, 'stead o' Basic."

Atton nods.
"'S pretty much nothing left in my world's native language. Too obscure."

"If not f'r us, it'd be de same way. Di'n' get bombed o' not'in', but. . .time moves on."

She shrugs.

"Yeah. Eventually, everything falls out of use."

"Yep. Way o' de universe."

"Yep, pretty much. 'S not a bad thing, really."

"Nope. Not at all."

By now she's finished her food and is enjoying her beer. "Change brings some real good stuff."

"Some real bad stuff, too. More often than not, actually. But 's better than everything just staying the same all the time."

"Well, yeah. But life's 'bout makin' de bad good, from what I c'n tell."

"Pretty optimistic view, there."

"It's dat or go batshit crazy, kill a bunch o' people, 'n' get shot down like a mad dog."

She shrugged, grinning a bit. "Figger optimism's de lesser o' de two evils."

"True, I suppose. I'm used t'being around pessimists."

Grin.

"When I was a kid, everyone around me was obsessed with the idea that the apocalypse was coming. They insisted I was a bad omen."

Beat.

"Of course, the apocalypse did come, so they may have had something there."

Belle couldn't help but giggle. "Sorry, jes'. . .de way y' said it."

"Don't apologise, it was meant t'be funny." Atton grins.

She beamed. "Good. Y' mo' fun den I figgered Jedi'd be."

"Most of them are really humourless. I'm not that highly regarded in the Order, anyway, everyone thinks I'm a maverick. And a loose cannon," Grin. "They're a right boring lot, all of them. They could drone for centuries on end."

Pause.

"I think a few of them have."

She snerked. "Guild Elders're like dat. Fuckers so stagnant y' 'spect 'em t' sprout moss."