(Awkward lunch at the ship… Greez is putting salt-like spice in his food, distracted by the dialogue he keeps at it for some time…)
Cere Junda: Cal, when I was captured by the Empire… I resisted. I swore to myself that I would die before I would talk. But then this… Dark shadow came. And he was worse than any… nightmare I could have imagined. And I still fought. But in the end I came apart. And I gave them Trilla. And I know there’s nothing I can do to make that right. But Cal, there’s still a chance we can save the others on the holocron.
Cal Kestis: Okay, look. The Ninth Sister said something about becoming an Inquisitor, like… Like it’s inevitable. But you went through the same thing she did. And you didn’t join them.
Cere Junda: Cal…
Cal Kestis: It’s okay, Cere.
(BD notices what Greez’s been doing the whole time and scans his food…)
Greez Dritus: Hey! Get your lasers off my lunch!
BD-1: Trill!
