"It's been a long time." A lifetime ago, it feels like now. World weary; it's been long enough to feel like it's been several lifetimes. Cal used to think back on Bracca, of that particular meeting and wondering he met his fate like the other Jedi. The initiates he'd shared meals with, the padawans he'd traversed Illum with.
"So you're like a guide, then? Sticking with us until we reach... where are we going, anyways?"
"A teacher." And occasionally, comforter. "You'll have a choice to make, soon. To allow your consciousness to fade, become truly one with the Force, or to stay. Become a Force Ghost, to serve the future generations. There's no wrong choice. But for now, you can relax. Heal, if you need to."
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"So you're like a guide, then? Sticking with us until we reach... where are we going, anyways?"
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