Lucas throws an arm out and points enthusiastically at Jade, eyes wide. "Definitely mind control, right?"

He's about to say more, but he bends away from Bash's leg, abrupt and ticklish, before rolling against him again. Lucas plops his hand down on Bash's knee - you know, to help still it. "And then it wears off right after? And his head clears and there's Han. His best friend. The person he swore a life debt to. Slain by his own hands." A pause. "Or light crossbow, maybe."