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[notimeforsorrow]

Don't think I can't see you grinning to yourself over there. While I offer my congratulations that things are going according to plan - at least when it comes to your plans - don't you have other things to do?

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I think I've spoken to him twice since I arrived here. [Master Luke was a non-entity to him. Ben had decided not to take it personally on the basis of what he'd done that had made Luke so wary of him; it was hardly unwarranted.]

[notimeforsorrow]

I'll tell him to pay more attention to you.

[You know how mom does it.]

[greyorder]

It's alright. Honestly, this was what I expected to happen. I took away the happily ever after to his life; it's not as if it's uncalled for.

[notimeforsorrow]

Don't underestimate Luke's capacity for forgiveness.

[greyorder]

I killed his padawans. [The admission falls from his lips almost like a cry. He massages his temples, feeling the same frantic mix of anxiety and regret brew in him that always does when he says it, but it must be said.] All seventeen of them. Jaeris, Taibalt, Calista, Laure, Orin, Zdravo, Jannika, Atori, Chimeg, Navid, Natorra, Charde, Pazhedeki, Rashmi, Brendan, Ugin, Kadri. In that order. Kadri put up such a fight; she screamed and screamed for Luke but he wasn't fast enough. I still hear it at night when I try to sleep. I hear all of them.

Luke does too. And I can't bring them back, Mother. Even this place can't do that.