A place. Scout pressed her lips together. What a joke that was... and one only she could 'get', since she was almost completely certain that he meant it in all sincerity.
And she couldn't curl around the past to the neglect of the present. That was folly. That was unJedi.
"And I'd still be a-" no, she couldn't say it- "what I am. Part of my Order." Her tone was somewhere between a question and an almost argumentative statement.
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And she couldn't curl around the past to the neglect of the present. That was folly. That was unJedi.
"And I'd still be a-" no, she couldn't say it- "what I am. Part of my Order." Her tone was somewhere between a question and an almost argumentative statement.