[ Caleb isn't sure he would have made it this far on his own. The deep dark of the outside world rushes by, and he can't fathom sitting in this transport bunker by himself, with nothing but the nagging emptiness of the Force and his own uneasy mind.
He turns toward the open hull of the transport after, mind zooming back into focus on the conversation. ]
Might be able to take some of this with us.
[ He almost instinctively reaches for his lightsaber, concealed under his cloak and hesitates. Everything he's ever known is called into question by that hesitation. They can't be who they were here, they can't rely on all the things they were told to rely on. A real, cold fear snakes its way through his veins. Nothing will ever be the same again, will it?
His eyes burn, and he's done well not to cry so far, but it hits him like a wall, closing up his throat, stinging at his eyes, burning in his lungs. He keeps his back to Ezra, shoulders pinched back and tight. He wants to scream into the Force at what's become of the Jedi, what's become of them, but just as sure, he can hear Master Billaba's words in his head.
What are you looking for, Master? Nothing and everything.
He sucks in a deep, shaking breath and manages a few steps farther into the transport. He swipes at damp his face with the back of his hand. ]
There are some crates over here.
[ His voice trembles, but he does not turn around. ]
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He turns toward the open hull of the transport after, mind zooming back into focus on the conversation. ]
Might be able to take some of this with us.
[ He almost instinctively reaches for his lightsaber, concealed under his cloak and hesitates. Everything he's ever known is called into question by that hesitation. They can't be who they were here, they can't rely on all the things they were told to rely on. A real, cold fear snakes its way through his veins. Nothing will ever be the same again, will it?
His eyes burn, and he's done well not to cry so far, but it hits him like a wall, closing up his throat, stinging at his eyes, burning in his lungs. He keeps his back to Ezra, shoulders pinched back and tight. He wants to scream into the Force at what's become of the Jedi, what's become of them, but just as sure, he can hear Master Billaba's words in his head.
What are you looking for, Master?
Nothing and everything.
He sucks in a deep, shaking breath and manages a few steps farther into the transport. He swipes at damp his face with the back of his hand. ]
There are some crates over here.
[ His voice trembles, but he does not turn around. ]