Sparkle had no idea what to do with a shit-tonne of ?????????s suddenly smacking into his brain, and he actually jumped a bit, wide-eyed, with something of a !!!!!?!?!? in response.

Here he was, minding his own business (his business was 'not getting killed') and giving dirty looks to anyone who wandered close enough to the speeder he'd staked out to have them sort of side-eye him and pick another one, and then there was just this wave of Atton-flavoured-question in his head and he wasn't completely certain for a few moments if he'd just gone insane.

More insane? Everything about this was pretty crazy fucked-up, dammit.