Esmeryl swallows down the grief at how he reacts to her. This is not her son. Not the brave turtle she knew from the R2. It would unreasonable to expect him to behave as such.
He has a wooden bō, for one. Did this version never invent the Tech-bō? Something to ponder on later.
Even so, it still hurts to know this one doesn't know her, and claws dig into the concrete of the rooftop before relaxing with a regal huff. "I am Esmeryl. What planet is this, child?"
Though, perhaps it would be better to simply kidnap him; her needs over his brothers, more so when she doesn't know these brothers. A viable plan if she needs it.
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He has a wooden bō, for one. Did this version never invent the Tech-bō? Something to ponder on later.
Even so, it still hurts to know this one doesn't know her, and claws dig into the concrete of the rooftop before relaxing with a regal huff. "I am Esmeryl. What planet is this, child?"
Though, perhaps it would be better to simply kidnap him; her needs over his brothers, more so when she doesn't know these brothers. A viable plan if she needs it.