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Speak
They don’t believe him when he tries to explain he didn’t steal the holocron from the archives, and they don’t believe him when he tells them another one may be missing.
Touch
Dooku despises sudden physical contact, so Sifo-Dyas makes sure to elbow him really hard from time to time, to test their new friendship.
Memory
He doesn’t care to remember all new attack sequences, only the most annoying ones to make defending against him an ordeal.
Expectation
His clanmates often seem to think he won’t get chosen by a master, but Lene Kostana proves all of them wrong.
Lightsaber
His lightsaber is constructed to lay well in his hand and to slide across the air smoothly if he decides to throw it and Jocasta doesn’t have to make such a disgusted face at the sight of it.
Belief
What he thought of the Dark Side as a youngling, and what the Dark Side really is are two different things.
Linger
The first time the vast cosmos of The Force screams into his mind he feels the echo between his ribs for a week and then in the ends of his fingertips for another two.
Illuminance
No matter how much he meditates, the prophecies don't become any clearer or any nicer.
Grave
He walks past his death more times than he can count while the future breaks into a million pieces, and still has to act like none of this happened.
Ship
Convincing master Kostana to let him steer the Truthseeker is like pulling a bantha out of a sarlacc pit by its tail.
Ornament
He runs through piloting courses and earns the red band on his braid just to prove a point.
Fate
Selfish at times, he wishes his visions were all wrong just like the Council warns they may be, so then he could simply ignore them with a clear conscience.
Staircase
He likes to jump across the wide stairs of the temple two steps at a time, sometimes three or five at once and he doesn’t care he is long past the age this is considered appropriate.
Nail
Balm of the Luminous becomes extremely convenient in hiding the scratch marks on his arms.
Pet
Animal kinship is not his strong suit, but he doesn’t blame Ferana for biting his hand because if he had a choice then he would also be escaping his own mind.
Collar
What does he even do when senators urge him to give ballot predictions?
Red
He has never felt so frustrated and hurt and angry in his existence, they arrived too late to change anything, once again.
Padawan
By the time he is knighted he perfects the facade of living efficiently half the days, while drowning in the currents of his visions the other half.
Pulse
The ebb and flow of the universe allows him to rest in a dreamless sleep from time to time.
Star
Nobody understands how horrendous it feels to witness a planet split in two, not even Sifo-Dyas is sure he understands, he doesn’t have any right words to describe it.
Two
He makes sure to cling to his friends, Dooku, or Jocasta, or his master, at least one of them at a time, making a habit of not allowing his mind to escape beyond his body too often.
Envelope
Ever since Karazak, he doesn’t trust moss.
Heat Wave
Sometimes he dreams of the scorching twin suns, knowing everything begins and ends in their merciless afterglow.
Comfort
Sometimes the tranquility of the temple seems more dreamlike than the prophecies he’s seeing.
Experiment
He tries jar’kai form for the fun of it, but stays with it ever since.
Field Trip
Master Kostana still requests his assistance in dealing with the underworld crime, which takes him to the sort of places nobody wishes to walk alone.
Curse
To be Jedi is to carry burdens no civilian will think about.
Manners
The Senate, he is learning firsthand, has many more unspoken rules than the ones taught during the diplomacy lessons.
Home
He thinks very fondly of the Temple, there only seem to exist hundreds of tasks that drag him away from it.
Storm.
Each and every day he senses the darkness condense, much like those Coruscanti clouds overhead culminating for long hours before the lightning finally strikes.
Telephone
What he confesses to Dooku offhandedly ends up brought up in conversation with Magister Damask and it wounds him greatly that he may need to withhold from sharing his grievances to his oldest friend.
Lie
He has to look the parents of freshly recruited initiates in the eyes and tell them their young will have a bright future among the Jedi, all the while he can only think about the possible incoming war.
Fall
He returns to himself from a vision when he tumbles from his bed to the floor.
Tradition
There are not enough Jedi to prevent the disaster that may be coming but the recruitment procedures of the Order only hinder them from preparing for the worst possibility.
Anniversary
Despite everything, another year passes honouring the Ruusan Reformations.
Forgotten
In the grand scheme of things, the tears of a single youngling left without her siblings is insignificant, a necessary sacrifice for the future.
Classified
Despite a certain difference of opinions, he finds it extremely out of line when politicians attempt to make him speak ill of the Jedi.
Water
An aquatic planet in the Abrion sector — Kamino, a homeworld of cloners who could grow an army the Republic lacks, or so he is told.
Grieve
He didn’t even have the time to say his goodbyes before Dooku renounced his Jedi title.
In the dark
To be aware of so much, and not enough at the same time, to witness prophecies of destruction, intergalactic schisms and death, yet never be able to clearly point where it begins, he wonders, truly, how much longer will The Force continue to test him.
Blizzard
The stabbing cold of the Dark Side is different from cold planets like Illum, or Hoth, he knows when he senses it.
Explorer
The younglings, if they get the chance to catch him in the hangar between his travels, keep asking him questions about the planets he has visited.
Need
His old friend may have left the Order, but when Sifo-Dyas is at his wits end he can’t stop himself from beaming a pointless transmission to Serenno, for the old times’ sake.
Mask
Master Yoda always finds a way to see past his pleasantries and his new reform proposals into what he calls ‘a troubled mind’.
Freedom
Holding the title of a Master doesn’t actually mean he can do anything he pleases.
Sleep
He gets woken in searing pain, knowing with an unshaken certainty that one million men will have to be born and die for the Republic.
Hope
What he is trying to create is a means to survive, for the Jedi, for the peace they protect, he only wishes the other Masters understand, no, they will understand in time, they have to.
Breathing
He is in the middle of a grounding exercise when the Pykes gun down his shuttle.
Sand
There are as many possibilities as there are grains in the desert, ever shifting, ever slipping.
Remain
If all that remains of his work is a possibility — a brighter future — then he has no regrets about anything he did.