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notallofus) wrote2018-01-19 08:51 pm
notallofus) wrote2018-01-19 08:51 pm
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Post-Rise of the Old Masters
It's the unexpected resurgence of old loss that stings, and he can't seem to shake it. Even knowing about the existence of the Inquisitor, and that he's not going to stop coming for them -- for Ezra -- lacks some immediacy in the upwelling of a fresh feeling of being alone in the galaxy.
He'd thought for a minute that someone else was out there, someone experienced, a leader who could --
Admit it, Jarrus. You wanted someone who could take over for you, so you could go back to being a padawan, or maybe not even that.
It's going to stick with him, that frustration with both the situation and himself, and in order to try to do something productive with it, he goes to find Hera.
(He always goes to find Hera.)
"Did we get a signal out yet?"
He'd thought for a minute that someone else was out there, someone experienced, a leader who could --
Admit it, Jarrus. You wanted someone who could take over for you, so you could go back to being a padawan, or maybe not even that.
It's going to stick with him, that frustration with both the situation and himself, and in order to try to do something productive with it, he goes to find Hera.
(He always goes to find Hera.)
"Did we get a signal out yet?"
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Well. Now he knows one name. A dark name.
Maybe they'll get lucky and never meet the man that accompanied the Emperor on Ryloth.
"Yeah. I should . . . find Ezra. We've got to get to work."
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Hera moves away, toward the transmitter.
But she glances back, once, as she does.
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Because it's better than looking as terrified and out of his depth as he feels.
"Good luck."
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