[ cal spins around, blades still in hand. the natural move is to slip into a defensive position but then he sees what he's faced with.
it's just another person; not a monster from his memories, not someone even aiming to attack. so he lowers the lightsabers, turns them off and reconnects the handle to make two into one. he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, offering a smile. ] That's probably not what my--
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it's just another person; not a monster from his memories, not someone even aiming to attack. so he lowers the lightsabers, turns them off and reconnects the handle to make two into one. he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, offering a smile. ] That's probably not what my--
[ nope. stop that. ] Uh. Thanks.
Did you need the room? I'm pretty much done here.