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The words play over and over again in your head. You think about what he said, what is meant behind those words, his very thoughts, and things you could or should have said. They repeatedly echo in your mind, causing a cloud of ill mood to hover over your head, but your one reprieve from reliving that moment is the hurried rush you are in. His tone was clear: he is leaving soon, and you are unsure if he would leave you behind. Whilst it would be far from the worst fate being separated from Porro, you want to see Luke again, and you wouldn’t mind seeing Claire. Furthermore, you have been given a task, as part of a group, to help a world, to save souls from evils originating from Hutt space. This willingness to self-sacrifice and fight for a better world is precisely why you have idolised the Jedi and attempted to emulate them since your rescue. And if Porro is too self-absorbed to fight to save these people, you will work twice as hard to carry his discarded burden.
Jogging through the narrow, winding rocky walls brings you some frustration as you scrape your arms on the rough surfaces. Arriving at your room’s front door, you slam it open in haste. The handle smashes against one of the walls, and a loud thwack is birthed and echoes down the empty, twisting walkway. Reaching out, you snatch up your glider; if you are going to keep anything from this word, it is this. There is little else that you genuinely care for that you own, not that you own anything else other than the clothes on your back and your Lightsabers. Strapping the glider to your back like a small backpack, you rip out the draws from your wardrobe and pour the contents into a translucent bag on the floor.
After rescuing your clothes, you send a written message to Scion, asking him where he is. Much to your irritation, he does not answer. With one hand holding closed the bag of clothes and the other cradling the bottom of the bag, you flee your room to search for Scion. You imagine you look quite the comical sight, but that doesn’t matter. How many of them will you ever see again in this galaxy of trillions of beings? Running outside of the temple onto the sandy beach, you look around and see a grinning Scion, clearly amused with your appearance.
“What’s up with you?” Asks the chuckling human with a raised eyebrow.
“Looking for you. Ever thought about answering your messages? What if Sith attacked the temple when you were out trying to chat up the locals?” You retort with a sly smile, recalling his big talk but lack of luck.
Scion rubs his chin as if thinking about the answer, “Well, if the Sith still existed and they attacked the temple while I was talking to a lucky girl, I think it would be best if I didn’t answer and looked after her and her friends. Innocents are our first priority, after all, and I’m sure you’d have all the Sith beat.”