Comment Posted Successfully Her head bobbed again; creatures throughout the galaxy had various ways of identifying themselves, but Issan was of the opinion that identifying people -- humans, in this case, if the term people ever applied elsewhere -- as though they were machinery was strange. She understood the military tactic; easy identification, unification of a specific group, but mostly creating easy detachment due to the nature of the work. It was cruel, which seemed almost hypocritical for her, but Issan had not thought deeply on the subject.
"And how many times did they make you repeat that sentence, FN-2187?" A smirk covered any sympathy she might have unknowingly displayed regarding her earlier thoughts. His quick response to her question about his feelings on the First Order sounded so rote, he might as well be the machine he was named to be. "It's one thing to make your own decision, but it sounds as though that one was made for you; either by parents you don't remember, or..."
She trailed off, not needing to say aloud what she was implying; that the Order had taken him from his family by force, uncaring and unheeding of either his parents' or his own wishes. Issan knew he would likely regard this line of questioning a test, either of loyalty or perhaps of his wit, but all she cared about in that moment was a decent distraction. There were only so many times she could wander up and down the halls before she grew bored and went back to over-attending her plants until she could find some semblance of rest.