[ he knows exactly who this memory belongs to, but that doesn't shed any light on the context of its contents. there's a power that he feels surging through him when that focus reaches an apex... he can't put his finger on it, but that mantra that's repeated makes him feel in harmony with it. "The Force"... he's never heard of it himself, but when that strange glowing blade is gripped, whatever it is resonates with him.
it makes him think of home, even if his home is not as he remembers it. he's been wandering the ruins with Duraludon for what feels like hours (but who's to say how long or short it's been, with time being how it is?); Ahsoka will not need to find him. rather, he finds her, walking through the entrance of the stadium to see her standing in his usual spot. ]
Admiring the architecture? [ he asks loud enough for her to hear, approaching with his hands casually stuffed in his hoodie pockets. ] It looks way more impressive in one piece, promise.
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it makes him think of home, even if his home is not as he remembers it. he's been wandering the ruins with Duraludon for what feels like hours (but who's to say how long or short it's been, with time being how it is?); Ahsoka will not need to find him. rather, he finds her, walking through the entrance of the stadium to see her standing in his usual spot. ]
Admiring the architecture? [ he asks loud enough for her to hear, approaching with his hands casually stuffed in his hoodie pockets. ] It looks way more impressive in one piece, promise.