"Yeah, I've never actually met a hallucination I liked," Sparkle noted. "Can't imagine the Sith ones would be any better."

He sat quietly for a moment, looking at the saber parts, and then at Atton, and then toward the timer in the kitchen that wasn't going to be going off for a while, yet. And then he shrugged his shoulders.

"Then, hey, good thing it wasn't all for nothing or anything like that? I mean, looks like you still got your ass kicked. But I guess you got your ass kicked for a good cause."

Or... something. Sparkle was bad at this.