[But she enjoys reminding him, nudging at his comfort zones when he's in his right mind. Sooner or later he's going to receive an aggressive shove from this place, right mind or otherwise. Nudges are better than shoves.]

That's some lovely bullshit sugah. [Is all she says on that, in the looming tone of 'challenge accepted' that lingers in her eyes, and if it weren't for the subject at hand, she might have stolen another kiss to try and fluster him further. Instead, she shifts the hand on his beard to rest on his chest while he talks.

She's found that she enjoys his stories of his home, much like she enjoyed Anakin's tales when he was here. Universes worth of adventures, but this story, while fascinating, has a heavy implication. It also hits right at the core of it.]

People fear those with great and unique powers. [Especially baseline humans. She pauses.] To them we're monsters, or nothin' but weapons. Either way, some think it best to eliminate the threat rather than let us exist.

[Needless to say, it could be worse. It's been worse. So, it's not trite at all, not when it comes from a place of deeper, genuine understanding of what it meant to have such abilities be integral to who you are as a person, to your identity. He may not have struggled with control like her, but she doesn't feel as though he's pitying her circumstances.

Absently, her fingers trail along his chest, particularly any bare skin available. Her gaze shifts to follow their path.]

Here they can just... Switch off your powers. All of 'em, or just one in particular. No bracelets or collars necessary.