He means it, too. There's nothing odd about it, even if he could remember more than he does--he can't look at BB-8, exploring the shop again and talking to himself, and imagine a situation in which having a droid for a best friend would be strange or sad.
In response to the praise, BB-8 pops his arc welder out again and gives what he appears to believe is an aggressive wriggle.
"He's a fighter. I think he blamed them for my forgetting things." He glances at Cassian, eyebrows raised. BB-8 is probably not wrong, but hey.
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He means it, too. There's nothing odd about it, even if he could remember more than he does--he can't look at BB-8, exploring the shop again and talking to himself, and imagine a situation in which having a droid for a best friend would be strange or sad.
In response to the praise, BB-8 pops his arc welder out again and gives what he appears to believe is an aggressive wriggle.
"He's a fighter. I think he blamed them for my forgetting things." He glances at Cassian, eyebrows raised. BB-8 is probably not wrong, but hey.