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A new acquaintance
What makes a Jedi... a Jedi?
I don't really know the answer to my own question. And to be fair, I'm not even sure I'm looking for the truth in that matter. All around me, as I walk through the Jedi Temple, I see a thousand different faces, with very different ways of being. Yet they are all called Jedi. I still feel like I'm missing something to truly be one. Maybe it would be wise to ask about it, to hear the opinions of others. Maybe later.
For now, I left my cloak in the dormitory. I'd like to spend a bit of time — lightsaber in hand — trying to focus on the present. I don't know how many Jedi are currently on Tython, but if I could find someone to spar with, it would definitely be better. Right now though, I'd rather take a little walk. On the way outside, I stopped for a moment in the Archives. A few days ago, I started reading a bit about Tython — about what it was a long time ago. I'd rather discover it for myself, but the planet is way bigger than I can explore on foot. Even though I often wander off, I've never had the chance to go very far. I read about old legends, conquests, and discoveries made here. About places that might be dangerous for Padawans... Even for Knights.
Strange thing — I read about the dangers of this world, and yet, I can't help but feel it's still better than Coruscant. Maybe that's the difference: here, we
know about the dangers. Back on Coruscant, you could only
hope not to find one. We knew where some of the limits were — in certain places —
but for the whole planet? Each time we strayed from our neighborhood, it was a dive into the unknown. One level on Coruscant is as big and as complex as entire worlds. Going just a bit too far meant seeing faces we'd never seen before.
Every day, we probably passed a thousand strangers. That was until I joined the Temple, of course. I've always had trouble with faces. In my early years, I thought remembering everyone was impossible, so maybe I just never tried hard enough. On Tython, it's still kind of the same. I don't know many people — and honestly, I don't really try. I might meet someone, talk, train with them, then move on. And a few days later, I'll run into them again and not be sure we've met. I tried to work on that — after all, some people don't like it — but I never really succeeded.
At the end of one corridor, there's a human. A bit taller than me — of course — maybe more than a bit. Just like me, he seems kind of lost, wandering around. Right now, I'm just looking for a bit of conversation, so... why not?
"Sooo, big place, right? Even now, I still lose my way sometimes — so many people, so many places... I'm not sure I can really keep track of it all by the end of the day."
I smile, then let out a small laugh. He doesn't seem that old to me — but then again, I'm probably not great at guessing human ages. It works the other way too — people often think I'm younger, just because I'm shorter than most my age.
"My name's Zevran, by the way. Not sure if we've met. Don't be upset if we did — I've never been good with faces. I mean… I can't even remember every face I grew up with, so here… well, it's even worse now."
Zevran
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