"You've grown up." In another world, Anakin would have been quite at ease working with the Initiates, but it would have taken a different type of Jedi Order, one that wasn't an impossibility but didn't exist for them. But that shade of a life that could have been, it's there in Anakin now, the pride and the warmth offered, entirely different from what Cal would ever had seen in Vader. But he's grown since then too.
"No, I suppose not. I've made a choice, to stay here." To help other Jedi go, those who have been harmed by Vader, by Palpatine, by himself.
"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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"No, I suppose not. I've made a choice, to stay here." To help other Jedi go, those who have been harmed by Vader, by Palpatine, by himself.
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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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