[Comprehensive British and American Star Wars] Grow in rot

The Force of this world favors him, Zemo thought.He could feel the power surrounding him, and following his thoughts, the compressed biscuits floated up unsteadily.

The Force favored him, not that he could manipulate the Force at will. He learned from Fazia that it would take a very long time for the apprentices of the Jedi to master the Force, and he had just arrived. In this world, one can feel the existence of the Force, and can even simply manipulate it, and is also linked to a stranger because of the Force.

Who did these things and what do you want him to do?Zemo didn't spend long on the question because he knew he couldn't come up with an answer.The moment he was distracted, the biscuit fell and landed on his leg.

Maybe he should learn how to control the Force, Zemo thought, but what's the point?He controls the Force?Then what?

He controlled the Force, and his power was above everyone else. Maybe he could join the First Order, or join the Rebels, or maybe he misunderstood all of this. He was just a traveler who strayed into this world. He died on the way, and then what?He thought about all kinds of consequences, and found that no matter what kind of consequence or scene, he couldn't stir up waves in his heart.

He is like a dead man.

And he didn't even feel sad about it.

Fazia next to him woke up, and he did it, yawning.

"You up?" he asked Zemo.

"I'm awake." Zemo said.

He sat there, not yet awake, staring at the ceiling boredly, after a while, he said: "I haven't asked you yet, what do you do in your hometown?"

"I'm a soldier," Zemo said. "The war kind."

"Good or bad?" Fazia asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's good, maybe it's bad," Zemo said. "It depends on who you ask."

"Ask the people at war?"

"Depending on which area you ask, the war in my hometown," Zemo was silent for a while, "is very complicated. There are two ethnic groups in Sokovia, one of which has been in power for a long time, and the other is more or less They were repressed, they were dissatisfied, and they rebelled. That was the cause."

"The reason is very simple." Fazia said, "Are you oppressed or oppressed?"

"I belong to the nation that is in power," Zemo said, "but the war is not that simple. The nation that was oppressed at the beginning got our compromise, but they immediately began malicious revenge and put forward all kinds of unreasonable conditions. We refused Yeah, there was a little bit of arguing, and they started," Zemor paused, "small massacres. And then a full blown war."

"Oh, that sounds really bad." Fazia said, "There was a miners uprising in my hometown before, but it was suppressed later. I also wanted to improve their conditions, but you know, things are not that simple, after all, there are Thousands of mines, if I changed the conditions for the workers in our mines." Fazia shrugged, and Zemo nodded in understanding.

Then Fazia leaned towards him and whispered, "Do many of you know how to use the Force?"

Zemo shook his head: "No, I only discovered that I could use it suddenly after I left my hometown."

"I feel like you're lying to me," Fazia said.

"I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's true," Zemo said.

"Then what can you use the Force to do now?" Fazia's eyes showed excitement, and Zemo found that after knowing that he could use the Force, Fazia's expression became more vivid, not the same as before A lifeless and decadent look.

Zemo tried to lift the biscuit up in front of him as before, and Fazia opened his mouth slightly.

"You know," he said, "I thought about it before I went to bed yesterday. I can still see a Jedi in this life, and it's worth it."

"I'm not a Jedi."

"Almost." Fazia said, "You will all use the Force."

After a while, Fazia asked, "Will you join the rebel army when you go out?"

"Why?" Zemo asked.

"You know, if you don't join the Rebel Army, the First Order is not friendly to people who can use the Force, and you will probably be killed by them. If you accidentally reveal that you can use the Force. And you If you join the Rebel Army, at least it will be a threat to the First Order."

"Isn't the rebel army no longer your hope?"

Fazia was silent for a while, as if he was looking for some reasonable excuses for his inconsistent words, and finally he said - "However, it is always there, right. We have nothing else to believe."

"So you're going to join the rebel army?" Fazia asked.

Zemo looked into Fazia's eyes and said, "Maybe, but will they accept me?"

"You have the Force," Fazia said, "of course they do."

"Then would they be willing to take in a Sith?"

Fazia was stunned, and he looked at Zemo suspiciously. "No," Zemo immediately denied, "I'm not a Sith, I'm just questioning what you just said."

"Come on, you can't be a Sith." Fazia said, "Sith will lock themselves up? They will kill everyone who catches them when they are caught."

Zemo smiled, because Fazia's grimacing expression was clearly intended to use humor to defuse the unease lurking in the air.

"If I could get out of the mine, I think I'd try," Zemo said. "Are you going to the mine after being locked up here for seven days?"

"Well, I've been locked up for seven days." Fazia said, "I've been locked up for four days, and you've been locked up for three days."

"Have you ever thought about running away?" Zemo asked, looking at the bars of the prison.

"Escape?" Fazia looked at the jailers passing by outside, "I still cherish my life, and I dare not bet on such a gamble."

"Look at the guns they have, I have nothing but a toothpick." Fazia said, but he immediately looked back at Zemo—"Can't you—"

"I can't manipulate it stably yet." Zemo said, "Maybe we will turn that thing towards ourselves."

"That's right," Fazia said. "So I've been digging mines for another two years, and I'm continuing to do my old job, ah, that's how fucked up life is."

"Do you know how to join the Rebels?" Zemo asked.

Fazia glanced at him: "Are you really going?"

"if not?"

"You know," Fazia said, "generally when people say 'maybe', it's safer to take it as a negative."

"So you know how to join?"

Fazia shook his head: "I don't know, but you can go to inquire about their news, or go to the battlefield between them and the First Order to vote for something."

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he joked, "I can brag that a Jedi is going to join the rebel army."

Zemo didn't correct himself that he wasn't a Jedi either.