“Sabacc is not a fight,” Calrissian corrects him in mild indignation. He picks the card deck back up and begins to shuffle. His practiced fingers render the simple action an art form, the cards blurred from how fast he moves. Norra watches, mesmerized. “Sabacc is life. You can bring all the skill and cleverness you want, but there’s always going to be that unknown factor, the parts you can’t control. It’s civilized in its chaos. The most civilized game in the galaxy.”
