"Besides," Rus flares his nostrils, grinning, "yours likely isn't as sensitive as mine. All those years of fumes." Rus glares at him, serious now. "I've told you, you're not to compare yourself to him," he spits the pronoun like a curse. "Of course you did it right; what other point is there?"
"I meant I'd like to see the nightmares," he elaborates. "If I could, they wouldn't bother me as much." He's very certain of that. "Like jewelery you mean?" Rus asks, with a brief snort for milk. He can't even remember the last time he had any. "I don't think I've read him," Rus tells Severus. "What's he like?" This last is asks with almost comic trepidation.
"Then it helped him to cope," Rus says with a shrug. "It's almost as if he was mis-cast as a human being."
"You mess him about your way," He nods at T1 with an unpleasant smile, "I'll mess him about in mine. Go ahead and roll Seth."
Woof! Maybe- but I don't really think Lucas is as clever as all that. A happy accident maybe? Star Wars was based on The Seven Samurai. I've become quietly convinced that it works far better than I ever suspected.