Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
In the dimly lit room, Braze lay quietly, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His left arm, now paralyzed, lay motionless beside him resting in a sling. The room was his own resting in the jedi Temple where he had grown up for most of his life. It filled with personal belongings and mementos from his missives as a Padawan, seemed to push further on his inner turmoil.
The prognosis from the doctor had been grim, and it weighed heavily on Braze's mind. He had always been a skilled duelist, his aspirations of becoming a Jedi Knight closely tied to his prowess with a lightsaber. But now, with his sword arm rendered inoperable, those dreams seemed to shatter like fragile glass. He felt a profound sense of loss, not just of function but of identity. Dueling was a part of who he was, a way he connected with the world and how he felt useful.
The room was quiet, save for the occasional mewl from the purring Soot in his lap. Braze's eyes moved from the ceiling to his paralyzed arm, a wave of sadness washing over him. He had been so close to mastering the fifth cadence, a milestone that now felt like a world away. The future, once bright and full of promise, now seemed clouded and uncertain. Silently he cried to himself, warm crystal tears spilling from his eyes as his mind spiraled with negative thoughts.