[ hyper-vigilant as ever, cal clips the lightsaber to his belt to let it hang at his side when he follows the woman's gaze. he doesn't want to seem like a threat any more, like he's a fugitive being hunted.

her words are what he focuses on, really. ] Huh..

[ he lifts a hand, drags it down his face and then nods. ] Okay. That... I mean, I did want to change something.

[ truly, there's a lot of things cal wishes he could change but that he's coming to terms with. trilla's death, though, was needly. that was darth vader's cruelty at it's finest. at the thought of him, cal takes a shaky breath and drips a hand over his ribs, right under his heart, where his skin is raw and aches like none of his other scars. ] It still sounds too good to be true but if we're all really here-- Well, I guess we have to find the objects?

[ he rubs at his chest, winces but then offers a somewhat wry smile. ] That's something I think I can help with. Did something like that before.