The water was chilly and flowed gently. Most of the splashing came from the group moving through it, not from the underground river itself.
Darkness limited their sight. They could just about see Luke's little drone, but every other direction was pitch-black.
The water gradually deepened. Shorter than the others, Aphra had long since resorted to a dog paddle. Even someone as tall as Deathstroke had only his head above the surface.
Harley, on the other hand, was in the Sorcerer Supreme's arms, so her head was higher than anyone else's. She looked around with keen interest, as though searching for something.
After Luke failed to answer his question about what freedom was, Deathstroke fell silent. It left the young Jedi feeling awkward, almost as if he had done something wrong.
Han Solo tried to follow his example and carry Princess Leia, but she flatly refused him. All he got was an adorable eye roll.
At this Time Point, Luke had not yet heard Darth Vader's famous line, so he naturally had no idea he and Leia were siblings. He secretly had feelings for the princess too, while Leia was torn between the two men. She liked them both but did not know which to choose.
The love triangles in Korean dramas, the leads turning out to be siblings, the male lead getting into a traffic accident—it felt as though they had learned it all from Star Wars.
"I can hear machinery running. Looks like fixing the camp's power got the pump working too." Luke, walking at the front, made conversation for its own sake and glanced back at Deathstroke.
"Looks that way. In this galaxy, the older something is, the more reliable it seems to be. What looks like secondhand junk often works better than something new. This twenty-year-old