[ Oh, hey, that's his bad habit too. His head tips to the side, slightly, as if in acknowledgement. ]

Heard of worse habits. [ A beat. He shrugs. ] They just told me that the world is in danger and they need my help.

[ Some welcome. The ironic part is, Cal might've actually volunteered to help if they really need it—the Jedi taught him well, made his instinct to do good too strong to be overcome, even if it means putting himself in danger. Lots of danger.

But he didn't even get the choice, and that's what chafes. ]

Is that what we're called? Summoned?