[ My Santari. The recognition hits Cal hard and fast, and he feels like an idiot for not realizing it earlier. Or maybe he always did know—he knew to turn Santari against Dagan in that Force illusion, after all—but he didn't understand. Until now. Until he stood on a vista overlooking the long Jedha desert with Merrin and let the sun rise.
Suddenly, he feels impossibly sorry for Dagan and all he lost. All he might not have even realized he had.
Because Santari had still given him a chance, in the end. She'd still believed in him. ]
It wasn't a hallucination. It was real.
[ Cal doesn't budge, even as Dagan angles forward. Unlike before, it gives Cal no satisfaction to deliver this news, especially realizing that it isn't that Dagan doesn't remember—it's that he doesn't want to remember. ]
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Suddenly, he feels impossibly sorry for Dagan and all he lost. All he might not have even realized he had.
Because Santari had still given him a chance, in the end. She'd still believed in him. ]
It wasn't a hallucination. It was real.
[ Cal doesn't budge, even as Dagan angles forward. Unlike before, it gives Cal no satisfaction to deliver this news, especially realizing that it isn't that Dagan doesn't remember—it's that he doesn't want to remember. ]