[ to a jedi, these discussions always seem rather strange to him. bonds of love have always been stars. always there, always comforting, always within reach. and he has known them all. and yet people flounder at the lack of his traditional family, lack of traditional loves.
but he loves and loves still. not even the hollowness of his grief and the burning of the stars can take that from him. he hums. ]
There is no before and after. I exist as both, always. Sometimes one overpowers the others, but never has it won.
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but he loves and loves still. not even the hollowness of his grief and the burning of the stars can take that from him. he hums. ]
There is no before and after. I exist as both, always. Sometimes one overpowers the others, but never has it won.