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[He's... pretty sure it was still stupid, but at least Luke's friendly about it.]

Not surprised. That it's rare, I mean, and that you haven't seen anyone with it here. Seems to be the way a lot of things go that we see here. Maybe an asari could feel it, but ours left months ago.

[How many months had it been? Everything's blurring together and it doesn't really matter, the exact number.]

Wish I could learn all these things I'm being exposed to, but at this point I pretty much expect it to not happen.

[No matter how handy it would be to have warning when some weapon is headed his way.]

How long did it take you to learn how to block things with your laser sword?

[Deliberate teasing, again. This time, though, it's in person, which means Luke can likely hear amusement in Garrus' voice.]

[No such thing as stupid questions, as far as Luke's concerned, just stupid answers. Which means, of course, that Luke's in the hot seat comparatively. He doesn't seem too bothered, but he was never someone prone overly to nerves.]

[So he laughs, gentle and good-natured. He should have never told him about the 'laser sword' thing, but now that he has, well... that's life.] If it helps any, I wish I could teach you.

[His smile becomes only wistful at the thought of his training.] It was one of the first things I learned. My master made me put on a helmet with the blast shield down when I did it, so I couldn't see anything.

[Definitely the very friendly sort. The realization is a little sobering; Garrus doesn't know that this place is going to be easy on the guy. Then again, it's not exactly easy on anyone.]

That... sounds like it could have gone pretty bad if you were a poor student. I mean, at least your head would've been safe, but...

[He doubts a teacher really would have hurt his student right off the bat. That wouldn't create any sort of trust.]

Good teacher? Master, I mean. I can see the change in your smile.

Oh! Oh, no, it was a training droid. [Luke laughs at the miscommunication. Ben would have never fired a blaster on him. Ben would have never fired a blaster to begin with.] The worst it did was sting me.

My teacher? Oh, he was the best. You might have met him! [The idea hits him suddenly, and it's clearly an exciting prospect.] He called himself Obi-Wan Kenobi when he was here.

Edited (what an unfortunate typo) 2015-06-25 23:03 (UTC)

Obi-Wan?

[He casts back in his memories, bringing up a face after a few moments but not really any sort of conversation beyond general nods as they passed each other. Garrus feels a little guilty as he shakes his head, even if it's not like he'd done something wrong by not meeting the guy. It's just that Luke's clearly hoping, here, and Garrus can't answer that hope.]

Sorry. Saw him around, knew him by face because of the files, but didn't really... talk to him. Sorry about that. Think he came in when the ship was pretty busy, and then things didn't seem to stop much after that.

[The first time he recalls seeing Obi-Wan is during the attacks on the ship. The last... he's not sure, but Macha was pretty busy.]

Yeah, Ben Kenobi. Obi-Wan. [It always seems so oddly formal when people call him that...] He was my first teacher.

[Luke doesn't seem very phased by Garrus' lack of familiarity.] Not everyone could have known him. Honestly, I'm surprised as many people here did! He was a hermit; on Tatooine, we used to call him the old wizard. [He smiles, laughs softly, clearly fond of the memory.]

He had the ability as well. He couldn't have taught just anymore. [Luke shrugs apologetically.]

Hermit.

[A beat, a reflection back on the face he'd seen from time to time, before Garrus shakes his head.]

Not surprised that he was. I mean. Not saying that he's... uh, don't mean that wrong. But he seemed to keep to himself, had a face you'd associate with a human her-- I'm gonna stop before I dig myself in a hole.

[Garrus reaches up and rubs the top of his head.]

Seemed nice, though. Never heard anything in the rumor mill against him, if that counts for anything.

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