[ Well, she's not going to let him be the only one with his hand on a weapon, and so Clarisse reaches down and curls her fingers around the handle of her knife. The corpse has stopped a foot or so behind Obi-Wan and simply stands there, staring into the void. It... sort of reminds Clarisse of the soldiers she summons, plucked out of Asphodel, but those guys can talk, and this corpse hasn't spoken. Still, she wonders. ]
Try giving it an order, [ she suggests. It can't hurt to try. ]
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Try giving it an order, [ she suggests. It can't hurt to try. ]