[Hi, The Doctor. Your escape-mate's been going through a rough patch.]

They're--[Describing them without falling back on fluffy propaganda isn't easy.] They're the order that was put in charge of us clones by the Republic. They've got a monopoly there on the Force--or magic, whatever people call it here.

I attacked him. I figured he'd realize I was the one that got hauled off for treason a couple months back. But I don't think he recognizes me at all. [Either that meant more clones had rebelled, or... the Jedi really just didn't care at all.]