[He's about to argue the point, but ultimately...Luke has the better idea. It's this, or keep running, and the thought of skulking is vastly more undesirable, as as far as he's concerned, unbecoming. It's with a small shrug and a soft sigh that he moves over to help.
As the armor comes off, his assumption about the troopers is confirmed; after three years of a million of the same face, it's instantly recognizable when that's not the same. It's not so strange in that the growth acceleration would have aged the original clone army out by now, if this is truly Luke's time, nor that they couldn't make more reliable ones with the host long-gone. But what is strange is how similar the armor is, right down to the shape and color.]
Time was, you had to be born into this armor.
[It's a casual, off-hand observation while he works, following Luke's (oddly practiced) lead. That part of the clones he had understood: being born for some supposed higher purpose, something greater, and the duty that comes inherent in that.
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As the armor comes off, his assumption about the troopers is confirmed; after three years of a million of the same face, it's instantly recognizable when that's not the same. It's not so strange in that the growth acceleration would have aged the original clone army out by now, if this is truly Luke's time, nor that they couldn't make more reliable ones with the host long-gone. But what is strange is how similar the armor is, right down to the shape and color.]
Time was, you had to be born into this armor.
[It's a casual, off-hand observation while he works, following Luke's (oddly practiced) lead. That part of the clones he had understood: being born for some supposed higher purpose, something greater, and the duty that comes inherent in that.
Here, all that sentiment no longer makes sense.]
...Have you done this before?