wayfarer
The Jedi Temple was quieter than it had ever been. Corin knew it had nothing to do with the hour. This place had simply lost something over time, to him. It felt smaller now, emptier, despite standing just as tall as it had before.
He hadn't planned on staying long. Find his leads and leave. But his feet had taken him somewhere else instead - down old halls and past familiar doorways, until he stood before one he hadn't stepped through in years.
A presence stirred on the other side. Not just anyone.
Iris was there.
Corin exhaled, glancing down. His fingers curled slightly, thumb brushing against the bandages wrapped around his wrist. The fabric was worn and frayed at the edges, much like the dark vest he still favored after all these years. A habit, maybe. A reminder. He should turn back. He should move on, like always.
Instead, he knocked.
"We need to talk."