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Silence of the Lambs

Boots clacked against the durasteel ground, increasing in pace with each passing second until they became like one endless flow. A hum, even, which drowned out the ordinary clamor of life. Of scum and villainy. Crime Lords still ran rampant down here, away from the eyes of the Alliance.

Jyn felt her pulse race, her breathing heavy, as she turned the final corner and ground to a halt. Her head spun, blood beating noisily in her ears.

The scene before her faded away, the urchins and shady travelers replaced with distant soldiers bearing the Sith insignia. Loud yells, the sound of blaster fire in the distance, then heavy hands fell upon her shoulders to push her on.

"In here."

More hands, this time dragging her in out of the fray. Into a room filled with children. More blaster fire outside, and then nothing. Silence.

She blinked back the memory and looked around. No blasters, no shrill cries...

Why had she come back here? To this place of death and misery... The blood may have been washed away, the Sith may have been removed and replaced by another government, but the stains remained beneath the surface. Did they remember, these citizens who scurried like rats away from sight? Did they recall the sacking of this world, the destruction of the Jedi Temple and the Senate?

Jyn did.

It had been a very surprising revelation, that she had once been a Jedi, but Sargon's help had proven invaluable in revealing her past. That which had been locked away in her mind by the Tyrant of Panatha.

Why was she torturing herself now, by returning to the point where that came to an end?

Had she not learned, already, that curiosity most certainly did kill the cat. And sometimes the monkey, too.

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
A shuttle landed in Coruscant's biggest spaceport in the most stealthy manner possible. A young male figure descended from its interior whose face was covered by his cloak. The only thing you could see were the blank eyes of this man. The eyes of someone who's hurt and confused.

The aura sorrounding him was of sheer light but you could sense how the darkness slowly overtook for a moment. Ar'ekk returned to his home world to visit his family after he decided to join the Jedi Order under Rasu Gan, a Jedi Master of the Silver Sanctum.

This journey wasn't sanctioned by his superiors and could cost him more than he ever thought. Something made him come back but what? A feeling of despair? Or is it pain? Somehow, he knew it was time to come back and find out what's clouding the Padawan's mind.

As Ar'ekk walked through the busiest place in Coruscant, the trade hub, the young one encountered with old faces who seemed to recognize him even though he left a considerable amount of time ago. He returned the gesture at those who greeted him amicably.

It wasn't a long trip before he stood before the house that took him in for years. He spent his entire childhood there and warm feelings invaded his body and mind. Ar'ekk walked up to the door and knocked twice, expecting an answer from inside. The door slowly opened and an unknown figure surfaced through the edge, greeting the Padawan: "Greetings. Who are you and how can I help?"

Ar'ekk tried to get a good look at this person's face but he had no idea who he was. Where was Sodden and his mother?

"My name is Ar'ekk. I'm looking for Sodden and my mother. I live here. Who are you?" he said as he took off his cloak. His appearance changed throughout time as he adjusted to the Jedi life. He sported the signature Padawan braid with short hair and its brown outfit. A lightsaber was tucked in his belt. You could tell from miles away he was one with the Force and obviously a Jedi.

"Ar'ekk... I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Please, come in." the figure said, inviting Ar'ekk inside what used to be his home once. Everything looked different once he entered. No longer recognizable in his eyes. He felt in awe.

"Sit down." he said, wary of Ar'ekk, before continuing: "The people you mentioned, they perished two months ago."

Feelings of hatred and hopelessness invaded Ar'ekk. He just wanted to storm out and scream out of anger. He couldn't believe what happened. Words wouldn't come out of his mouth, he stood speechless trying to cope with the news. A tear went down on his right cheek. With his head down, he said: "Perished? ", trying to find out what happened.

"There were many rumours that it'd be senseless to talk about them. No one really knows what occured exactly as it's been kept a secret out of fear. I could not really tell you, I'm so sorry." the person said assuringly. He seemed honest enough and there was no reason to not trust him. He brought Ar'ekk a glass of water which he profusely refused. "I have to go."

The other person thought of stopping him but it wasn't the best choice right now. He expected a bit more of interaction coming from the young man but it wasn't necessary. Not now.

Ar'ekk stormed out of his house in pain. He sat outside, crying to himself. He was vulnerable in this very moment and didn't want anyone to see him like this. Revenge was in his thoughts and apparently, that feeling wasn't going to fade.

He remained outside what was once his house, thinking of his next move. The sun went down with practiced bravado. Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding.

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
How long had she stood, staring at the poor excuse for shelter? Well, what remained of it. The interior had been blown to smithereens after the Tyrant had taken her, she could still remember to this day the lie he'd told her. That they'd be okay, but only if she came with him. He hadn't known she was an Empath at that point though, he had just seen the Force run through her and saw potential. But she had felt their painful deaths, each and every one. The women who had sheltered them, the countless children... The damn Sith had opened fire before she had even left the street.

Fire burned along her body as the prickle of anger wormed its way through her mind. Not quite erupted, her skin tingled and there was a very slight change in hue to her veins. Such a vicious cycle it was, this curse which had been put upon her. For now even with the momentary lapse into anger gone she felt the pain of the fire's bite and yelped.

It bubbled beneath the surface, waiting for just a little something extra to tip it over the edge. So much progress, once upon a time - before Sargon had found her - the slightest change would have her whole body alight. Now it took a little bit more to tip the scale. It didn't make it any less painful in between though.

Exhaling through her mouth she took a second to compose herself. It was all in her head. The fire wasn't actually doing any damage... She would be fine. Breathe in, and out.

Her vision blurred for just a second, before the pain receded and her body began to cool. A thin layer of sweat had worked itself along her body, beads of it rolled down her back. But she was still alive, and not at all alight anymore. Good, progress was good.

She stepped closer, and turned to stare at the door. The windows either side were hollow, the interior scorched. Had this been anywhere other than the Undercity she would have been surprised to find it still vacant, but nobody cared down here. No doubt urchins had taken to using it as a home, best she didn't enter.

Instead she settled her back to the opposing wall and slid into a seated position. Her memory was still rather fractured concerning that point in her life. The Tyrant had done a very good job at obscuring them from her, of making her believe she had lived another life. But she would find the truth, the whole truth.

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
It was time to let go. There was no nothing Ar'ekk could've done to save his family from such an obscure fate. As he wiped the tears off his face, the Padawan stood up to take a good look of Coruscant. The sun went down rapidly and the streets lightened up.

Like years ago, taking a walk through the loud streets would calm him down. After walking a few blocks down the street, he came across a burned shelter. Its interior not visible at first sight. His heart ached as he felt something awful happened between these walls.

What was this feeling of pain and suffering? He wanted to know more but it wasn't his business. He had enough problems to deal with at this moment but he imagined his family in there. Had they suffered like this people did?

He hadn't noticed [member="Thédus Lorr"] sitting against the wall. As usual, Ar'ekk didn't pay much attention to his sorroundings and this was something he was training. Instead, he turned around to catch a sight of the trade hub. It was busy as always and he stood there, pondering. Cloak covering his head, his eyes closed.

Meditating was the only thing that could calm him down. He felt at peace for a brief moment but how long would this last?

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
It was times like these that the loss of Fuz hit her the most.

Her encounter with Krius had dashed everything against the ground. You'll always have the Force, see... What use was the Force if she hadn't even been able to save her beloved friend? She could still hear the crack of bone every time she closed her eyes, the whimper of pain the poor creature made before his life was extinguished.

Prickles of heat sent blisters across her body as she gave in, for just a moment, to grief. Her poor, poor baby. They had been through so much together. Survived the Empire, the Imperium, the Inquisition... Yet one foul man's hand had been enough to...

Force she hated him. The man who had tore the very last thing keeping her together from her grasp. What had she now? No Tirdarius to guide her. No Fuz to impishly pester her, to steal all her rations and make her laugh.

The fire was no match for the pain she felt in her heart. She hunched over as her body became alight, her veins appearing like lava. Each tear evaporated the moment it touched her cheek, leaving her feeling empty. She bit back a verbal cry of pain... Let her feel it for a moment more, let her have a moment of grief and anger. It was so tiring being stoic. It was horrible having to deny herself.

A small whimper left her as the pain and hurt and grief and anger all wound together. Her body burst under the curse, skin turning ashen. And then she screamed.

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
The screams were viciously loud. Darkness invaded the area as the sun went down. Ar'ekk turned around and saw upon him a creature turning into burning ashes. What's beneath this creature? The Padawan was definitely sure it wasn't time for questions as he had no idea of her intentions.

Unclipping his lightsaber and showing the blue beaming blade to [member="Thédus Lorr"] was his instinct kicking in. He was in fear but was prepared to engage in a possible fight. Was she real, even? His eyes couldn't tell but as master Taidarious taught him, the Sith can play dirty and take many forms to deceive you. As he took off his cloak, he began to slowly walk around Thédus, waiting for her to make a move.

The blue plasma coming from the lightsaber reflected on Ar'ekk's face. Wary of her movements, the young man took a defensive stance against her. With a trembling voice he uttered: "Who are you?"

Silence overtook for a brief moment.

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
She remained rooted in place against the floor throughout the pain. The stench of fire and brimstone rose into the air around her, or was that in her mind? Force it hurt. She wanted it to end, this horribly torturous life she had ended up with. So far from the Empire now, wasn't she? So far from Korriban... Yet not really any different in and of herself.

Still trapped. Still helpless. Still paranoid. Still longing. For something else, for something more, for release, for change.

She panted. Her eyes closed against the vivid orange their iris' had become. Sweat dripped over the bits of skin that weren't alight, only to hiss into nothingness moments later. Blood boiled, skin sizzled.

Deep within the last strand of peace remained. Down within her, further than she could reach... But she had to try. Sargon would expect her to have at least tried. Her mind was hazy though, body ready to give in to the unconscious slumber that was sure to follow if she just let go...

But she had been in that comatose state for so long before he had rescued her from it. How much longer would she spend in suspended animation, not quite alive, not quite dead?

Reach, Jyn... She had to reach. She could reach. Fuz was gone, but she wasn't... She had to continue for herself. She could not simply give up.

As she strained to grasp onto some semblance of relief and sanity a voice broke through her darkness. A question, uncertainty. Had there been a snap-hiss? Surely not, this was Coruscant's underground, nobody - Jedi or Sith - tended to come here. But... That hum.

She hung onto the tell tale sound of a saber, doing her best to mentally swim toward it. She needed something to take the edge off. Lightsabers. She smiled though it did not show on the surface. That day Tirdarius had found her, he had given her his lightsaber to ensure none would stop her in the Academy Halls...

A long exhale of breath, drowning out the pain. She could get through this. It was all in her head. All in her head.

When her eyes finally opened her skin had turned to mere embers, the colour a little redder as opposed to ashen grey. Not completely okay, but better. Even the pain was receding.

Someone stood before her, a boy, with a lightsaber in hand. Was something wrong? Were there Sith?

Then she realized who he was staring at, who the saber was aimed toward.

Her.

He was aiming at her.

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
He stood there admiring the transformation this stranger was going through. It was something that he hasn't seen at all in his life. His hands were sweaty and you could see the trembling, scared to death. It was difficult for him to understand if she meant any harm. What was she doing here? In fact, what's going on with her? So many questions to ask but little time to react. His curiosity has always been the better trait he could show off to others, specially now. But something was clear during this moment, they shared the same feeling. Horror, pain, suffering.

Unlike this figure that turned into burning ashes, Ar'ekk was more of a bursting-out-on-everyone kinda person. His eyes showed the rage in its true raw form. He took several steps around the woman, keeping the lightsaber aimed at her at all times. Repeating to himself several times he wouldn't die in Coruscant, he was aware of his sorroundings. It was time to engage in a possible fight and the Padawan was prepared for any eventuality. Is she a Sith or just another evil figure who wants to watch the world burn?

Glances were exchanged between the two. The lightsaber buzzed intensively like you have never heard before and its blade lighted up the whole place. Made the night look like day, just like the light versus the dark side.

And he waited with trembling hands and numbing thoughts.

Who she really is?

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
Jyn scrambled back almost immediately.

This stranger seemed scared, wild, anger flared every so often within him. She could feel every emotion going through his mind, the curiosity, the stubborn streak which hoped to make certain that he wouldn't die here of all places. His fear, trepidation, cautiousness. She had to brush it all off. Acknowledge and remove. Acknowledge and remove. She could not ponder upon it. She could not hold it inside.

Acknowledge and remove.

Her skin continued to prickle, before finally... Nothing. The fires were gone, leaving in its place an ordinary looking girl. Her clothes were completely fine, her skin while a little red was also unmarred. As if she had never been on fire in the first place. A personal struggle, personal curse, it did not harm others.

A puff of air left her in one small exhale, and her eyes closed. When they reopened they were back to their usual vivid blue. Once they had been purple. That had been the Tyrant's doing, though.

It was only now that his question came to mind. She wiped her hand along her forehead, feeling the sweat build up. Uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. She needed to find a refresher, but that wasn't happening any time soon. Her name, what was her name?

Why couldn't she remember it?

"J-Jyn..." she whispered. "My name, my name is Jyn."

She gulped in the air greedily and lowered a hand to her belt. No weapons lay there, just a canister which she proceeded to open and thirstily gulp from. Water, she needed so much more than she had.

"I..." He had seen it. Seen the monster she was under the curse the Darkside had pushed on her. "I'm sorry... For what you saw."

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
It became crystal clear that she was of no harm. At least that's what Ar'ekk thought at first glance, which made him follow his gut. He clipped back the lightsaber in his belt and revealed a canister of water. It was known to him what it meant to be thirsty and this wasn't the first time he helped someone in such situation. The young Jedi approached this now ordinary looking girl (her complete look changed drastically) slowly. The nervousness was gone but that didn't mean he would lower down his defenses. Offering the canister of water to her was the right thing to do as she would need to drink more than what she had in hers, at first glance.

"Jyn, you said?" he inquired, before continuing, "I have never seen such thing before."

He waited a moment to see her reaction.

"I'm Ar'ekk."

He irradiated calmness and serenity as he embraced the Force. His dubitative state was no longer present. The only thing important for him was to help this strange girl that crossed his path. He was a young man in his late twenties but way too advanced for a Padawan which is fairly uncommon and frowned upon on the Jedi Order.

"What are you doing here?"

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
A zip of energy resonated for a moment before the saber disignited.

The relief was almost unbearable. She wasn't going to perish here, she could continue to fight on... For what? Jyn did not really know what lay in her future anymore. Sargon did his best not to push her any which way, but at times she wished he would. She needed a purpose, something to take her mind off the thing inside her. Instead he had wanted her to retain all control. Over everything. Every decision.

Could she live like that?

She was so used to being a pawn. Used by the Empire, by the Imperium, by the Inquisition, by her Master, by the cruel fiend who stole Fuz from her, and the other that took her away. When had Jyn ever been in control over anything at all?

Not even her mind was her own for the most part.

Empty. The canister was empty now, every last drop gone. She lowered it, screwed on the cap, and set it back to her belt with a dismal sigh. Without warning though the man stepped forward with another in hand, which was offered out to her. Grateful, suspicious, she sniffed the contents.

Just water.

But what if there was something undetectable inside?

No. He had a saber, he saw what he'd saw, he had more than enough cause to simply run her through. Why make it so much more difficult than that? Jyn was not worth the energy.

As she gulped down yet more water, feeling her core temperature finally returning to normal, Jyn listened to what he had to say. She gave a nod, to confirm her name, before frowning to his confession.

"I hope you never have to witness it again" she whispered, voice hoarse and lips cracked. Her head hung in shame, and she set the half full canister to one side for him to do with as he pleased.

"[member='Ar'ekk']" she repeated, to make his name stick, "I was..." Clinging onto the past, looking for a scrap of evidence toward who she really was, hunting for the Tyrant who had brought her world to a halt and set her up with a false one. "I just needed to take a breath. I'm sorry, are you with the Alliance? Should I not be here? I can go if you'd rather..."

Lightsaber, robes, this one was a Jedi. And this was a Galactic Alliance world. He probably saw her as a Darksider given the curse. What a shame, she would never be able to shed herself of those earlier chains. No matter how hard she'd worked toward redemption.
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
As she had chugged down the water from his canister, he went back to cling it on his belt. There was no reason for Ar'ekk to harm this girl, as the Jedi Code dictates we're guardians of peace. In fact, he had just only become a Padawan less than a week ago and only knew the basics of the Jedi life.

He kneeled right next to [member="Thédus Lorr"] to engage in a conversation. This young man was pretty friendly and outgoing, unlike the rest of the dogmatic of Jedi. To be honest, it felt like he was a simple person dressed as one.

"This is my home world, where I grew up. You don't have to go, Jyn." he said, repeating her name repeteadly so he wouldn't forget.

"I was looking for my family." the Padawan revealed. It struck him right away, deep in his heart.

The hatred flourished and invaded him. Controlling his emotions was a challenge but those feelings calmed down eventually. "I'm just a Padawan. You shouldn't be scared. Whatever happened before, you don't have to worry about it."

Ar'ekk showed his merciful side regarding Thedus' state. He knew it wasn't intentional right off the bat and that didn't worry him at all. It was clear he saw it as a curse rather than something harmful. The learner wanted to help this girl at all costs, despite not knowing a thing about her.
 
You don't have to go.

How long had it been since her presence somewhere hadn't been shunned? Outside of Sargon's care, but then again he probably only pitied her and put up with her because it had been his brother who put this curse upon her.

Did he mean it? This stranger who stood before her now without judgement?

The next words struck her as odd. A Jedi, seeking their family? Wasn't there some rule about familial ties, heck any kind of ties? Hadn't she read that somewhere? Then again, times had changed drastically since the era she had read about. Maybe they had become more lenient.

She felt the sudden burst of anger pulse through him, and her skin prickled and her cheeks flushed red. Slowly inhaling her breath to keep it under control, she was more than grateful when he got his emotions in check. A few moments later the pain subsided.

"I can't be scared" she whispered, "it won't end well..." No she had to be strong, stay strong, in control. No emotion, and not because like a Jedi she sought peace. Well, in a way she did.

That would have been a good calling right now, did she not so despise the Force and all it stood for.

She found her feet, brushing the dirt off her backside with a small frown of thought. "Did you find them? Your family?"

Her gaze drifted past him to the burnt out house. It had once been her sanctuary, but now like everything else she had known it was gone.

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
He meant every last word that came out of his mouth. Ar'ekk was an honest person despite being so young and still with much to learn.

The Jedi could not be attached to anyone as this could be seen as a weakness to fall into the darkest of paths. He was different, though. Still young, still new to this world.

The Padawan hesitated in answering the question.

It wasn't of his likeness revealing personal affairs to unknown people but what harm there is? A feeling of sadness sunk him, changing his happy mood into a temporal depressive one.

"I did not. But they're in a much better place now."

It looked like he was about to tear up but held back that struggle to do so. His family was slaughtered shortly after he began his journey towards Yutan to begin his Jedi training as ordered by Rasu Gan.

Turning his back to the burnt down shelter and towards the girl, a question rised up. "This place means something for you, Jyn?"

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
Her hands worked their way into the pockets of her trousers, as she returned her gaze from the burnt out building to the man before her. It would do neither of them any good to dwell on the past, she had decided, perhaps it was best to leave this haunted place in search of greener pastures. She could go back and forward both at once, trace the path her parents had once taken in search of answers...

She opened her mouth to speak, before lifting one hand up to her left temple and pressing her palm flat against it with a hiss of pain. Her skin flared up oncemore, veins bulging, skin becoming slightly grey and red all at once, as his intense sadness flooded her mind. Acknowledge and brush off, Jyn... For your own good, you can't dwell on it.

Sucking in a few sharp breaths, and breathing them out slowly, she shuddered and felt it ease off just a little.

A better place? Jyn knew of no such thing. But she would not make this boy feel any worse than he already did. It would be the both of their undoing.

"I uh... No. Not anymore."

She turned, giving her shoulder to the building, and stared off down the narrow street they were stood within. Coruscant meant nothing to her anymore. She had come here, seen what she had intended, known that her memories were true. Now she had a choice to make. Did she find the Tyrant of Panatha, or her parents' legacy?

"Shall we get out of here?"

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
He saw every feeling of pain reflecting on her body. What was this strange occurance? How could the Padawan free her of such curse? So many questions to answer yet so difficult to understand.

As time progressed by, he understood that feelings could have an impact on Jyn's body. He didn't want to experiment and as such, he remained in a neutral emotional state to keep everything safe for her and obviously him.

It was best not to inquire about the burnt down shelter. Something wasn't right and didn't feel the right thing to do was to talk about it.

"Sure. I'm getting tired of this part of town already."

Both walked away from that place. Was all a coincidence considering the shelter and his family's house were located almost next to eachother? He didn't know that place burnt down since he was too young to remember.

They walked and walked without a set course.

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
He didn't question her further. Didn't ask her to delve deeper, to explain herself. Nothing. And all at once he seemed to close himself off from the emotions he had been feeling. Had he realized the effect they had on her? Was he trying to help her?

How long had it been since someone had genuinely tried to help?

Her heart felt heavy for a moment, but she pushed aside the sensations which usually came along side it. She couldn't put him through seeing that again. Wouldn't.

She did not respond when he agreed to walk with her. Instead the pair of them wandered aimlessly away from the area of the Undercity which had caused them both at least a little grief. Away from their pasts, away from their nightmares, and up toward the surface until the sunlight seeped around them.

Had she walked this route before, during her time here? When the Temple still stood strong, when she had been taught here? She didn't even remember their teachings. Not one bit of it.

"Where have you come from? I can tell that you haven't been to Coruscant in some time..."

[member='Ar'ekk']
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
The sunrise was spectacular and the duo were able to see it by themselves. Warm fuzzy feelings came abroad and the rays touched them gently.

Ar'ekk was genuinely interested in Jyn as she considered her something unusual. Something seemed to drag him to know more about this girl. Who is she? What's her purpose here?

With a bit of reluctance, he answered the question. "I haven't been here in a few months. I departed Coruscant to begin my training as a Jedi long ago at Yutan. I've recently arrived here from Voss. What about you?"

The route seemed to follow no path although the duo found themselves in the heart of the trade hub. Full of merchants, shouting and trying to sell you their apparatuses.

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 
Definitely a Jedi. No doubt about it. Voss... That was Sanctum Space. A different kind of Jedi from the one she must have been. She frowned just a little, the last time she had been in that area of the Galaxy had been with Siobhan. She felt a little bad for having lost the items which the woman had gifted her all those years ago, she still didn't know where her ship was, where the bolters had disappeared to...

Snapping out of her thoughts, Jyn glanced up toward the very tops of the buildings around them, as high as she could at least, and let out a small sigh. "I don't remember ever being here before, not really..." The memories she did have were seen through eyes that no longer felt like her own. Another time, another place, another girl. Rhiari. Not Jyn. Rhiari Lorr... The girl she should have been. The girl who never came to be.

She couldn't even remember where she was coming from. She had spent so long hopping through space. This way, that way, back and forth, to places she never knew existed, worlds she did not know the names of. "I don't really know where I came from, or where I'm going, this was just... A stop along the way."

A very slight smile to that thought. This was all her life had been reduced to. Little vagabond that she was.

"Why did you leave Voss? Don't you want to become a Jedi?"

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
No one knew Ar'ekk was in Coruscant, not even his masters. This was a dangerous thing to consider because if someone from the Jedi Order found out, he would be expelled on the spot. He was very reluctant to reveal the details of his visit to what was once his homeworld.

But something was clear, he wanted to help Jyn at all costs. She had no where to go or a path to follow, just like him shortly before being taken by Rasu Gan to be trained in the ways of the Force. Was this a coincidence or something that was meant to happen? Just like him before. It couldn't be, it's too obvious.

"I'm here for a complete different reason. I'll be returning soon to continue my training." the Padawan assured firmly.

Ar'ekk took a brief pause before continuing. "Coruscant was my home, not long ago. I was found by someone who told me I had a special gift. Yutan was the place to go before Voss so I could proceed with the teachings.

I'm here, once again, because I made a promise. One I couldn't keep. Don't get me wrong, I want to become a Jedi but I'm struggling. Feelings I shouldn't feel, emotions I can't control. It's difficult to talk about that. Not something I'd like to discuss right now."

He was very open to talk about his feelings, doesn't matter with who or what. What Jyn had listened was just a small portion of Ar'ekk's on-going struggle to keep back from the darkest of paths. As always, he wouldn't reveal many details as he didn't want people to know about him, where he came from or what he's doing in that certain place.

He looked at her. What was going through her mind, in that moment they exchanged glances?

[member="Thédus Lorr"]
 

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