[ there are a lot of questions here and very few answers. that's partially the reason luke is speaking to the stranger instead of some prison guard: anything vaguely mystical seems like jedi work to most people in the alliance. and honestly, they're probably right on some level. luke is much more likely to get what leadership needs, which is assurance that the other man isn't--and won't be--a threat.
at the very least, he doesn't feel like a threat. he's not lying, he's not even withholding, it feels like. he's pretty much exactly what he appears to be, at least from what luke can tell right now-- a tired, still-injured, extremely rattled man with inexplicable but (seemingly) harmless knowledge of the fight that just ensued.
strange, intriguing, but probably not a danger to the alliance. ]
We'll work on figuring that out, [ he assures him with a small smile, feeling as tired as the stranger looks. it seems as if everything's happened at once: the fight, palpatine, the death star's destruction, his father's funeral, and now this. ] Do you have a name you prefer to be called? [ first things first and all that. ] And do you remember what planet you were on before you arrived here?
[ He's sassing back until he remembers that yeah, he isn't in Kansas anymore (ha, ha), and he certainly isn't on earth.
He takes a long, deep breath, fighting the urge to panic back down and stuffing it into a box that's kicked under a metaphorical bed. Not right now. ]
Sorry. Let's...back up. My name is Dean Winchester, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas, on planet Earth. I don't know how I got here, but I'm willing to bet it's got something to do with a spell gone wrong.
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at the very least, he doesn't feel like a threat. he's not lying, he's not even withholding, it feels like. he's pretty much exactly what he appears to be, at least from what luke can tell right now-- a tired, still-injured, extremely rattled man with inexplicable but (seemingly) harmless knowledge of the fight that just ensued.
strange, intriguing, but probably not a danger to the alliance. ]
We'll work on figuring that out, [ he assures him with a small smile, feeling as tired as the stranger looks. it seems as if everything's happened at once: the fight, palpatine, the death star's destruction, his father's funeral, and now this. ] Do you have a name you prefer to be called? [ first things first and all that. ] And do you remember what planet you were on before you arrived here?
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[ He's sassing back until he remembers that yeah, he isn't in Kansas anymore (ha, ha), and he certainly isn't on earth.
He takes a long, deep breath, fighting the urge to panic back down and stuffing it into a box that's kicked under a metaphorical bed. Not right now. ]
Sorry. Let's...back up. My name is Dean Winchester, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas, on planet Earth. I don't know how I got here, but I'm willing to bet it's got something to do with a spell gone wrong.
Or Crowley. It was probably Crowley.