Deathstroke and Harley muttered about topics no outsider could understand, while the princess found the pair's reactions somewhat incomprehensible.
She only felt that they were like tourists traveling through space. Even when faced with bones and unknown threats in the darkness, they remained calm and optimistic. Their mental states were bizarrely healthy, to the point of seeming a little crazy.
The two soon ended their exchange, and Su Ming turned to Aphra.
"The good news is that you're not mentally ill, and it wasn't the wall talking just now. Just as Dr. Adams said, there really is something here that calls people by name."
"I told you! I said it from the moment I arrived on Haven IV—the grass was talking."
Aphra pouted, pleased that she had proven she wasn't hearing things.
That strange thing was calling her name now. Perhaps it was because it had noticed her the last time she came to the planet's surface to hide some bugs?
Deathstroke nodded and picked up a large thighbone from a nearby skeleton. As he continued toward the distant end of the dark passage, he tossed it up and down in one hand.
"That really was a hallucination. Ahem. There's also some bad news. Someone is using the Force to send you a private message, but I don't think there are any living Force users here. Whoever is looking for you probably isn't human."
"Why do you say that?"
Leia, who had joined the conversation, still believed in her "evil Sith" theory.
Su Ming carved flowers into the bone club with the greatsword in his hand. He blew away the scraps clinging to it and said, "Phew! Simple. Look around you. We're inside a sealed building, and this building doesn't look like it was designed for the living. We've walked