"You're probably right." He doesn't admit his does as well, mostly because they're not supposed to even identify as a separate species, let alone consider themselves superior... despite having been told they are their entire lives. And there's nothing to be gained by telling her the Kaminoans play with lesser species like toys, manipulating their genomes to suit, then selling us off as products across the galaxy.
He looks down at his booted feet at her instruction and frowns. He doesn't even take his boots off to sleep most nights, and the idea of being barefoot, and that much more vulnerable to an attack, goes completely against both his nature and training. But... adapting. Compromising.
"You're sure?" he asks anyway, still skeptical... but he's also sitting down on the sand--so soft, and warm--to pull them off. Which still leaves him in his vacuum sealed black bodysuit, no bare feet to be seen. Or hands, for that matter.
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Date: 2017-02-02 04:25 am (UTC)He looks down at his booted feet at her instruction and frowns. He doesn't even take his boots off to sleep most nights, and the idea of being barefoot, and that much more vulnerable to an attack, goes completely against both his nature and training. But... adapting. Compromising.
"You're sure?" he asks anyway, still skeptical... but he's also sitting down on the sand--so soft, and warm--to pull them off. Which still leaves him in his vacuum sealed black bodysuit, no bare feet to be seen. Or hands, for that matter.