[Nothing about Drizzt is strange or alarming to Anakin. Even if he were familiar with Drow and their reputation, he keeps an open mind about people and as he's not the man is simply a dark skinned humanoid. If anything he's more surprised to see so many human-like beings here, given the staggering diversity of his home. There's a hint of curiosity about his appearance, mainly because he's met Frieren, and he's interested to know if they're both elves.
But that is set aside as he peeks inside, just for a moment. Anakin's sense retreats, and he offers a gentle mental reassurance. He's not the prying type, but he recognizes the gesture and it's significance. For his part, he opens himself up to a point, laying bare his own intentions, as well as his concerns. Yuber and Silco both feature prominently, as does his general uncertainty with how all of this is even supposed to work. He's so out of his depth...]
I...suppose you have a point there, Drizzt. [He shakes his head, ceding that point.] Still, it feels less daunting than the prospect of re-creating what could be an infinite number of other ones. The One versus the Many, though I don't really know how either option will come to pass anyway.
[Confirming his agreement. He's mostly going off of what seems the most practical to him, and his worldview. He tries to be pragmatic, generally. Anakin, for his part, clearly holds no animosity towards Meridian. There is a sense from him that he doesn't like the propaganda machine they've set up, but that's the only wrinkle in his impression. A vague image of Liem particularly floats to the surface of his thoughts, along with a solidly positive impression.]
You're right about it being easy to corrupt though, and I think that's why we need to walk a tighter rope. But I think the good that can come from taking the harder road is greater. Or at least, it feels that way to me.
[He huffs something of a laugh.]
It seems that my world is the odd one out. Other people have talked about returning the dead to life, but we seemed to have traded it for the ability to travel the stars.
[Another impression, this time of flight. Of space-travel. Of something so utterly amazing he can only offer his impressions, because he doesn't have words.]
That being said, I agree with you. They deserve to live, to have a chance to be happy. Even if they're against us now, if we win, they should have a place. Honestly, I think that no matter what happens, they should have a say.
[As if they win, he imagines they'd return his Galaxy to life as well. Even if he's gone, at least Padme and the Republic will be alright. And that matters more than anything he might want, anyway.]
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But that is set aside as he peeks inside, just for a moment. Anakin's sense retreats, and he offers a gentle mental reassurance. He's not the prying type, but he recognizes the gesture and it's significance. For his part, he opens himself up to a point, laying bare his own intentions, as well as his concerns. Yuber and Silco both feature prominently, as does his general uncertainty with how all of this is even supposed to work. He's so out of his depth...]
I...suppose you have a point there, Drizzt. [He shakes his head, ceding that point.] Still, it feels less daunting than the prospect of re-creating what could be an infinite number of other ones. The One versus the Many, though I don't really know how either option will come to pass anyway.
[Confirming his agreement. He's mostly going off of what seems the most practical to him, and his worldview. He tries to be pragmatic, generally. Anakin, for his part, clearly holds no animosity towards Meridian. There is a sense from him that he doesn't like the propaganda machine they've set up, but that's the only wrinkle in his impression. A vague image of Liem particularly floats to the surface of his thoughts, along with a solidly positive impression.]
You're right about it being easy to corrupt though, and I think that's why we need to walk a tighter rope. But I think the good that can come from taking the harder road is greater. Or at least, it feels that way to me.
[He huffs something of a laugh.]
It seems that my world is the odd one out. Other people have talked about returning the dead to life, but we seemed to have traded it for the ability to travel the stars.
[Another impression, this time of flight. Of space-travel. Of something so utterly amazing he can only offer his impressions, because he doesn't have words.]
That being said, I agree with you. They deserve to live, to have a chance to be happy. Even if they're against us now, if we win, they should have a place. Honestly, I think that no matter what happens, they should have a say.
[As if they win, he imagines they'd return his Galaxy to life as well. Even if he's gone, at least Padme and the Republic will be alright. And that matters more than anything he might want, anyway.]