Live each day like the last
Azrael stepped out of the Jedi temple out into the open air. He had heard recently of a mission resulting in numerous Jedi deaths, and one Padawan who was especially affected. Currently, he could see the young Zabrak sitting not too far away, but far enough so nobody would bother him. He was mourning. Understandable, considering his loss. Perhaps this was why Azrael was the perfect man for the job. Walking up behind him, he addressed the boy. "Hello, young one. I'm sorry to hear about your master, I understand you two were very close." He gazed upon him with his pale white eyes, full of sorrow.