Tech was watching again. He's not sure what he was expecting to come next, but those words somehow aren't it. He knows about the 332nd, or at least its ultimate fate. He knows that Rex had survived despite the listings. That's...all he'd known. Vader's words suggest at least one more survivor, which starts to make things a little clearer regarding how Rex had managed the effects of the chip.
It's strange, the little knot of emotion that forms in his gut. It's unfamiliar, but here in this place it's been easier for such previously almost foreign things to slip in, to take hold, a side-effect to the chip's suppression, he's suspected. "Mandalore," he muses, no doubt making note of that. It's the most he can do for now.
"I see," he says, nodding at Vader's advice as he once again lets his gaze travel back towards the cemetery grounds beyond. With the other beginning the process of removing his limbs, Tech does his part in keeping an eye out, as well as give him what little privacy that can be allowed.
Kamino wasn't my choice, by the way. The clone's feelings on that had been mixed, as he's sure it was for his siblings. It was home and a prison, but the only real place they could identify as where they'd come from. Watching the remnants burn, sinking into the sea, it had been a sobering sight. "I didn't think it would have been," he acknowledges. "But the Empire certainly makes it clear as to what will be done to those no longer useful to their purposes."
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It's strange, the little knot of emotion that forms in his gut. It's unfamiliar, but here in this place it's been easier for such previously almost foreign things to slip in, to take hold, a side-effect to the chip's suppression, he's suspected. "Mandalore," he muses, no doubt making note of that. It's the most he can do for now.
"I see," he says, nodding at Vader's advice as he once again lets his gaze travel back towards the cemetery grounds beyond. With the other beginning the process of removing his limbs, Tech does his part in keeping an eye out, as well as give him what little privacy that can be allowed.
Kamino wasn't my choice, by the way. The clone's feelings on that had been mixed, as he's sure it was for his siblings. It was home and a prison, but the only real place they could identify as where they'd come from. Watching the remnants burn, sinking into the sea, it had been a sobering sight. "I didn't think it would have been," he acknowledges. "But the Empire certainly makes it clear as to what will be done to those no longer useful to their purposes."