Not a whole lot of story to unpack, but "Whatever we're making here, it's clearly something they need. They can't afford to be surprised again." is significant. I'm still betting (quick Tomas, what are the odds???) on parts for the Death Star, hence why they're never letting anyone out. But part of me was starting to wonder if maybe it was a labor camp that existed for its own purpose. Like, they'd make those articulated things on one floor, and another floor's job was to disassemble everything and the parts would be sorted and returned back to the floor where they were assembled to be put back together to start all over again in a kind of perverse Sisyphean loop of sadness. It also questions as to why they'd need the PORD to keep those particular inmates past their sentence; if they're making parts of the Death Star(s), presumably they would've needed to assure their silence before the Aldhani raid. Anyway...
Please tell me Kino Loy learned how to swim, and that there's a bonus scene coming that shows him getting dragged to the shore where he can live out his years fishing with Jesse in Alaska. Cos that was heartbreaking. In interviews Serkis has referred to the "three episode arc" he was part of, so I think that's.......... just where we leave Kino. Literally standing on the edge, unable to cash in on the risk he took. Crushing.
Porn Stache is a mole, called it. (Wooooo, I got one!!!!) Rael's mono at the end was utterly haunting, and also made him very scary; "we can't risk
not sending people to their death because then they'll know we know they know something's up," what a bastard. He said he wrote the equation of his sacrifice 15 years ago, which would be 20 BBY.
More of this, please.
I looked it up because it was fantastic, but here's Luthen's mono from the end.
And what do you sacrifice?
Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I've given up all chance at inner peace. I've made my mind a sunless space. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up every day to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion, I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've set me on a path from which there is no escape.
I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost, and by the time I looked down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burned my decency for someone else's future. I burned my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!