[This whole situation is weird. People-- reaching out to him, trying to care. It's not that he doesn't get why. There will always be kind people in the universe, people who haven't been broken by pain. But Taako can't trust like that. He's better, better than he's ever been, but unknown people present unknown dangers. It took him so long to trust the more foolhardy members of their crew.
It's not necessarily personal. It just is.
He shifts his jaw a little, looks down at the flask before holding it up.]
You want your thing back?
[It's... probably not recognizable as a reach out. But for someone whose spent a lot of his life taking shit without remorse, the action of asking is at least one point in his favor.]
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It's not necessarily personal. It just is.
He shifts his jaw a little, looks down at the flask before holding it up.]
You want your thing back?
[It's... probably not recognizable as a reach out. But for someone whose spent a lot of his life taking shit without remorse, the action of asking is at least one point in his favor.]