He won’t hit him, but he will push him away. He will never hit Tup, no matter how much it hurts when Tup touches him or how scary it is to have him breathing Dogma’s air, taking Dogma’s space. Then, he’s rushing forward with his arms out and Dogma is much too heavy to move out of the way in time. “Dogma,” says Tup again, much quieter and much closer.

Then: Are you sure you want it back? With more time, we could make it perform better. Reconditioned to ensure optimal functioning. Closer to him, Kix is talking with them, the people that brought Dogma here. Out of the corner of his eye, Dogma sees someone (Fives, he thinks) grab Tup by the arm. Tup always has to remind Dogma to talk more quietly. Doesn’t the trooper yelling know that he’s loud? One of the tech manuals, maybe? He got bored a lot, sitting on transports, so he’d scare up whatever reading material he could from whoever was willing.ĭogma’s head hurts. Here, on the Resolute, the lights are a bit older. On Kamino, they were more efficient, vibrating faster and faster until Dogma’s teeth drilled into his skull and the world went white. The lights in the hangar sound different. She didn’t do that when she talked to them. They are gone and she tilts her head when she looks at him. They slap him across the face and call him stupid, tell him to stop fucking around and listen. Show them how well our facilities deal with genetic aberrations. Your General wants you back, they tell him.

They are sending you back to the 501st, they tell him. Eye contact and quiet hands is how you listen. Listen to me.Įye contact and quiet hands, Tup reminds him, giving him a painfully tight hug before sending him off to the one-on-one interviews.

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