He blinks at the question, settling back down on the ground as he frowns at the rock. This... isn't the kind of encounter with the consciousness of a living planet that he'd been imagining. Is this a test, perhaps? Like those riddles Vergere used to love throwing at him? He'd been expecting a person, like a Force ghost of sorts, but now all he's getting is a disembodied voice. But it's strangely so vibrant, so alive, that it can't possibly be not real?
His frown deepens some more when the voice continues. She's calling herself Rey, and saying something about not seeing him. Huh. Now she doesn't sound like a planet.
"I'm on Zonama Sekot," he finally answers. "I... don't see you, either. Aren't you the planet?" He really has to ask now, because he's so confused.
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Date: 2020-04-25 12:38 pm (UTC)His frown deepens some more when the voice continues. She's calling herself Rey, and saying something about not seeing him. Huh. Now she doesn't sound like a planet.
"I'm on Zonama Sekot," he finally answers. "I... don't see you, either. Aren't you the planet?" He really has to ask now, because he's so confused.