"Do you?" It was evident from Cipher Nine's behavior that it made many enemies, and that fact did not bother it.

"Another word that tastes of metal." It was easier for him to understand now, as the Miraluka became less guarded towards his presence. "I am flesh, worked into shape and function by the Force." The body was a place for the mind to do its work, and he had built himself into a more pleasing shape.

His hand lightly grasped Cipher Nine's arm, pulling him slowly closer. "You may answer your own question." It was as clear an invitation as any.