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Are you joking?

You have a house and a yard big enough to do have yardwork to do. Fire it at a tree or something.

I have my daughter this weekend!
Sure, why don't you come over so you can explain to the police why a man of color is shooting a gun in a residential neighborhood.

No.

Okay

Ben
I just

Tell me about the things you received.

Just what I said. My lightsaber showed up, and I got some new memories. Mostly from when I was really young. A little hint of some of the empathy from the memories.

Do you remember anything that would make you having some kind of weapon make sense?

Empathy? As in a mental power?

Perhaps it's because in my memories a despot took over the galaxy?

Yes.

That could well be. Do you remember that specific weapon?

How does it manifest?

Oddly, I do. I feel like this was a personal weapon made just for me. I don't know how I know that. But I recognize it. And others in my memories carry this same model. But I think this one was altered for me.

Faintly for now, at least in comparison to memories, but it's perception of other people's emotions.

That's worrying.

Is it something you can control?

It should be. Logically, I'm concerned. But in my memories, it's doesn't feel like something that concerns me.

And now I am concerned that I have two different feelings about it.

Maybe. I'm experimenting.

Who you were and who you are don't have to be the same. What you felt then does not negate what you feel now.

And do you have somewhere you can lock it up at home?

I'm sorry if this offends, but I'm a therapist and I wouldn't want that ability.

I do not have a place to lock it up. I've never owned or used a weapon in my this life. I supposed I'll have to order a safe.

I'm not offended. [ But he'll manage it and be fine. It's fine.]

Bring it over here until that safe gets there.

I hope it's something that doesn't cause you harm.

My daughter is spending the night with a friend. Can I bring it by tonight?

Of course you can.

Does 7 work for you?

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It does.

[ And at seven o'clock he's even had time to get home, eat something, and change into a pair of loose (plaid) pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt. ]

[Bail was anxious all day, keeping that weapon locked in his room until his daughter left for her friend's home for the night. He told her he needed to run an errand, so she'd know he was out, but that he'd have his cell phone with him if she needed him. He even wondered if she heard any of that as she ran out the door with her backpack.

When he showed up at Ben's, he was carrying the weapon in a tool box because it seemed like the safest way to transport it.

And...]

Seems like I over dressed. [He said as an apology for his button up shirt and slacks.]

[ He lets Bail in and shuts the door behind him, while Elsa appears to sniff at his shoes and slack.]

You're fine, I just didn't want to stay in work out clothes, and putting on an entirely different outfit seemed.... wasteful.

[So things are a bit awkward for a moment. He'd been upset for a brief moment at Ben earlier. He wasn't upset now. But he's pretty sure Ben understood he'd been upset.]

So... This is the phaser. I didn't know what you had to store it in.

[Ben had been pretty irritated and embarrassed, but he'd pretty well put it aside and moved on now.

Though he could also feel Bail's awkwardness. ]

In my bedroom. Let me show you?

[Concerned about the blaster, Bail had actually forgotten about Ben's new empathic abilities. He was more focused on his gratitude that Ben would take the weapon off his hands.

When they were in Ben's room, he handed over the toolbox.]

Thank you for helping me with this. Hopefully I'll never need it or you'll never need it.

[And he really did wish for that, but couldn't help but feel his world was so turned upside down that he couldn't say for sure he would never need a laser gun.]

[ He goes into his closet, opens a chest and then closes it securely and piles blankets on top of the closed lid. ]

I have a laser sword if I need to use something. I don't think I have a high opinion of energy weapons that work like guns in my memories and in this life I'm pretty... pacifist.

[Bail smiles slightly.]

A pacifist who wants a laser sword.

[Bail looks down for a moment, before saying,]

Ben?

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