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[sandwormie]

Stop that. I'm not a little kid - thirteen, mun. Thirteen. I am mostly an adult! I can think abstractly! I can know that an adult's not perfect without hating them for it! I can have responsibilities.

That is officially too old to be "cute".

[What if it's girls calling you that?] ...I... um... I'm too busy for that kind of thing. Plus it's embarrassing, especially in front of people!

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[sandwormie]

I am so too old to be cute. I want to be cool.

- Um, that's Outworlder slang, kind of like cool-as-distant, but it's more... composed, and smart, and competent.

[obiwankenobi]

Ah, I see. [He just gives this knowing smile. Been there, done that.] Well, I'm sure you'll get there eventually, but don't try to grow up too fast. Being "cool" has more to do with the journey it takes to become that way rather than the destination itself.

[sandwormie]

[Mood-swing! Yeah being thirteen doesn't just mean some additional maturity...] But I have to grow up. I'm not much good to anyone now.

[obiwankenobi]

No, that's not true. [He speaks evenly, gently.] Usefulness is not measured by age, Luke. I once went on a mission where the planet was literally being torn apart by war. The adults were all fighting for causes none of them even remembered and were not willing to reason with one another. But the children, however, had rallied together and found the strength in themselves to stop a war that had been raging for many years. You see, adults can be just as - if not more - foolish. They cared only for their petty war while the children only wanted their homes and family back. It gave them purpose and a reason to fight. Most of them even fought better than the adults.

[Smile.] Don't underestimate yourself. You're only as useless as you let yourself believe.

[sandwormie]

[Luke sighs.] I don't know. That's good for them, but... There's hardly anything I can do here. I just distract people.