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When the door to my room closed behind me, I just stood there, looking at the neatly cleaned room and the made bed, catching the scent of cleaning products hanging in the air.
Someone had cleaned here, most likely a droid, and nothing was reminding me of the night or the incident in the shower...
As we walked back through the deserted halls, I couldn't stop thinking about the Temple Guard voice. I was sure I heard it before, but when?
It wasn't until we entered the turbolift that I finally decided to cut it through.
"I'm sure I've heard your voice before," I said, relaxing my...
What could one do when thinking was akin to torture, and sleeping itself was a source of panic?
The night had just begun. It hadn't even hit midnight yet, and I was in for the long haul.
I had to do something—anything really—and the datapad with old star maps was once again in my hands. It was...
As cold water ran down my body, I gripped on whatever was left of my shields and breathed out. The exhale, weirdly echoing between the shower tiles, was almost hot on my bare chest.
The kriffin fuck.
Taking a deep breath in, which turned into a ragged gasp, I tried to calm down, to call on the...
Walking to the reception, I couldn't help but see a pattern. The first was Master Yad, then Master Vin. He even said something about it being fast, wasn't it? Still, he cut the training off on the next day, saying something about choice.
Then Lare. The only one who saw something so wrong with...
The answer was on the nose, really. No one. I could trust no one.
Not Master Io, nor Master Vin and especially not the Master Jedi Vocu Dam or Master Dey. I was so deep in shit that even trusting myself was out of the question.
I was kriffed.
Whoever was behind all of this was smart. I had to...
Sitting in the meditation room, which Healing Halls had a few, of course, I was struggling.
As James, I had never been keen to meditate. Hell, all I knew about it was just the pose itself, and that it somehow helped to become a better fighter, or so it was said in the movies.
As Taren, though...
"Impostor," rang in my ears, hurting more than the bloody pain.
What does it mean?
Leaning on the wall, I slid down, holding to my bleeding nose. I didn't know anymore who I was. Taren, James or fucking banta osik.
Thief. Impostor. Give it back.
It was too much.
"What is going on here?"...
When I entered the same training room I had been in yesterday, Master Vin was already there, slowly moving through warming-up sequences.
Dropping my robes by the door, I silently joined him, doing the same. Neither of us spoke even a word, just a nod for a greeting, and the sound of breathing...
With a swish, the door behind me closed. Yawning, I looked left and right, trying to remember which way led to the reception.
Left.
Nodding to myself, I began walking back there, barely paying attention to my surroundings. I was so fucking tired. If not for the Force, I was sure I would...
Master Io's office was… functional. A wide table by the window, clean and ordered, with a terminal on one side. A shelf on the right wall with flimsy books and a strange-looking plant in an aquarium by the window.
"Master Dey," Master Io said as soon as we settled around his office table, "your...
Why?
As Master Vin tightly held my arm, yet still watching over the younglings, I found myself repeating this question in my head over and over again.
Why the fuck did I decide to tell him about sneaking out?
Why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to make a deal with Master Vin?
But...
Slipping back into Healing Halls might have been an issue if I cared. I did not.
Ignoring Padawan at the reception, who tried but failed to say anything about my audacity, I simply walked back to the room I was given.
In the same fashion, I grabbed a change of clothes and walked to the shower...
My room didn't have a window. It was a fair precaution, especially in my case. I had already proven… violent, if not by choice.
And yet, I would have preferred to have one, so it could light my room with the lights of never-sleeping Coruscant.
Lying in bed, I was simply afraid of the dark.
It...
Sitting cross-legged on my bed above the blanket, I was meditating on my kyber from my saber. Taren in me would prefer to meditate on his lightsaber, tho, but nobody was insane enough to give me that.
Hence, the crystal that Master Yad had brought me. Separated from my Padawan's lightsaber.
Or...