#bb thoughts

thinking about how they're both meant to be used, have their identity stripped away in favor of a title given to them by the state (wrath, cipher)

thinking about they're both stabbed in the back by the very thing that raised them up in the first place, that demands absolute loyalty and then disgards you anyway as soon as you aren't useful.

Thinking about how they both break free, in a way, on Quesh, but also about how neither of them are really free, they escape from one thing only to run headlong into another

About how nonhumans never quite get away from their race, no matter how powerful they are, no matter how useful they are, no matter how many alternate identities they take on and how much of their identity they let the Empire strip away. Somehow, even having lost everything else, their race still holds them back when it really matters

Thinking about how the Agent knew, as long as they were alive, that they were expendable, and all this above stuff was only confirming that. Thinking, also, about how the Sith is told over and over that they're special, they're above the others, and that still doesn't protect them from anything

Thinking about how, if the Warrior and the Agent met each other, each would see something completely foreign and messed up and almost unnatural. And it would be ironic, because they're really just mirrors of each other.