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There was a reason Anakin Skywalker was thought to be the "The Chosen One."

He was a prodigy of his generation, yet even that description failed to characterize his nearly infinite potential.

He was an exception among exceptions. 

However, "Chosen One" or not, he wasn't the first.

'The youngest Jedi master to ever sit on the council...'

A 'nearly unrivaled duelist,' achieving mastery over all seven disciplines of lightsaber combat...

Second to only Grand Master Yoda, and even that was up for debate...

Before Anakin Skywalker, there was Mace Windu.

(y/n) POV

"That's enough form I, padawan. Let's move on to form II." my master instructed. 

A blissfully ignorant listener would perceive her tone as cold and callous; normal for her. I on the other hand, picked up on some intricacies. 

She was nervous, ever so slightly. She hid it well, but I could tell.

I followed her instructions, shifting to a one-handed grip. 

I began demonstrating the basics of Makashi; fluid, precise movements. Though I'd been studying it for a while, my fundamentals were... rough, to say the least.

'Ergh!' I cursed mentally, the instability in my bad knee causing the entire leg to quiver. It greatly inhibited my footwork.

Still, I continued the show, twirling throughout the training grounds as my blade arced through the air. 

The brief glimpses I would get of Master Windu painted a clear picture: he was abundantly disinterested.

Master Gallia had given me the idea that I would receive a lesson.

This was an inspection.

"I'm beginning to think Master Mundi was right." I overheard Master Windu comment, sounding bored.

"He's... he's still learning. We've only gotten through the first three forms thus far." my master replied, still jumpy. 

"And this is his showing? The boy is either less impressive than I thought, or your teaching has regressed." Master Windu asserted.

"I assure you master, he just needs time. The forms don't come naturally for him." Master Gallia stressed.

"The boy hardly has a drop of force-sensitive blood! The forms are all he has, and you're telling me he needs time? Perhaps my lessons still haven't gotten through to you, Adi." Master Windu emphasized in a brief glimpse of annoyance. 

My master opened her mouth to say something, but he motioned for her to be silent.

Then, making eye contact with myself, Master Windu made his way to my position.

"Master Windu, should I continue?" I asked, making an effort to not explode with fury.

"No padawan, I've seen enough. I believe you're ready for a sparring session." he stated.

I nodded, joining him in spreading out to an ideal starting distance.

Before we could continue, I was interrupted by Master Gallia as she strolled toward me. 

"Padawan... before you start, there is something you must know about my master." she whispered into my ear.

"What is it?" I asked, urging her to elaborate.

"Shatterpoint; that is the name of my master's unique ability. It allows him to hone in on the weaknesses and critical points of his opponents." she illuminated softly. 

"How... what can I do against it?" I whispered back nervously. Shatterpoint... I'd never heard of that force power. That simple fact heightened my anxiety. 

"For any other foe, I would recommend patience... but here it will be your downfall." she confided before taking her leave.

"Your master is a... decent duelist, young (l/n). She has achieved mastery of forms I, II, V, VI, and adept at most others. Hopefully some of that mastery has made its way to you." Master Windu monologued, putting emphasis on that last bit.

Yeah, fuck this guy.

Once Master Windu and I successfully altered our lightsabers to their training settings, the mock duel commenced.

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I unclipped the secondhand lightsaber from my waist, gripping it with fervor. It was light... maybe too light.

"Psssshew." 

A green beam elongated from the hilt, manifesting my blade.

"Now... you may begin." Master Windu invited, hands behind his back. 

Upon his enticement, I hesitated.

"Master Windu, you haven't drawn your weapon yet..." I pointed out, baffled. He nodded, motioning me to continue regardless.

"Your observation is correct, young (l/n). Now... you may begin." he assured, expressionless. 

Though I felt patronized, I didn't press further.

The Jedi champion was dusting off his robes, disinterested even now. 

'Gramps is in for a shock.' I thought to myself, vision narrowing.

I had to strike now, per Master Gallia's counsel.

After I knocked him flat on his ass, like everyone else, maybe he'd take me more seriously.

"nnnnnnnnn."

My emerald blade purred throughout the calm before the storm.

Lightsaber form I, Shii-Cho: Attack.

I closed the distance between us instantaneously, directing a powerful swing at the Jedi champion.

Danger!

Just as Master Windu entered my radius of clarity, alarms began to blare throughout my body.

My response didn't come quick enough.

With lightning fast reaction time, Master Windu slipped through my assault, taking hold of my body with his knowledge of martial arts.

In a flash, he flipped my momentum against me. It was so fast that I barely registered a change in direction before my back collided with the floor. 

"Those crude swings might work against battle droids, but not in a duel." Master Windu declared sternly, pushing my face against the smooth stone courtyard. 

The Jedi champion released me. As I got back on my feet, humiliation rushed to my face, coloring it scarlet. 

"Again." Master Windu ordered, the same distance away as before.

I couldn't hide my scowl anymore. Shame, frustration, fury; all these things were perfectly visible to the Jedi legend now. 

Curiously, this seemed to pique the interest of Master Windu. Reaching to his waist, he finally drew his weapon.

"Pssshhhew."

A vibrant purple, seldom seen across the stars.

His stance was like nothing I'd ever seen before. Was it a lightsaber form, even? 

He held his silver-gold hilt with a single hand, yet it appeared almost unstable, chaotic.

As if it could change without warning.

Most strange of all, he made no effort to conceal his own scowl. 

It was unnerving to see that from a Jedi master.

"Again." Master Windu reiterated, his voice hollow. 

Was he taunting me?!

Form II, Makashi: Attack. 

I blitzed forward, opting for a more controlled onslaught this time. 

I poured my physical power into my movements, channeling my shoulder strength into flicks of the wrist.

"Ksshh. Ksshh. Ksshh."

Left, right, thrust. 

Master Windu intercepted the blows with ease. Though his movements looked lawless and unorganized, they streamed together flawlessly. All throughout our exchange, his scowl remained.

I kept moving forward, trying to overwhelm the master with my strength. 

I expected the push to gradually get easier. As I continued, surely his strength would erode. 

Imagine my shock when the opposite transpired.

It was like trying to run through a swamp, my body sinking further into the murky depths, becoming more fatigued with each stride.

I bared my fangs, my frustration reaching its limit.

How was he doing it?!

Form I, Shii Cho: Attack.

Gripping my blade with two hands once more, I took another hefty swipe at the Jedi champion.

"Ksssshhhhh!"

He stood tall as our strength clashed together.

I was surely stronger! So why... why couldn't I get through?

Suddenly, Master Windu performed a twisting motion. I was caught off guard, the torsional force getting the better of my grip. 

My lightsaber sailed through the air, landing in Windu's outstretched hand as he pointed the tip of his violet blade at my collar.  

"I've seen enough." Master Windu stated, bored. 

He dropped the secondhand saber, the dull silver clattering on the stone courtyard.

After that, he saw himself out. 

A single sparring session had shattered whatever semblance of improvement I'd achieved.

Even if I trained for a century... no, a millennium... I would never scratch the surface of that power.

A few hours later

Nothing was going well. Nothing at all. Regardless of how hard I trained, it never felt like I was going anywhere. Sometimes it even felt like I was going backwards. 

I was currently training atop a familiar terrace. When running, my usual route took me over this particular rooftop.

The remote droid in front of me readied another volley of lasers.

Lightsaber Form III, Soresu: Defend. 

"Kssh! Kssh! Kssh! Kssh! Kssh!"

Supposedly, the indomitable defense of form III could defend its user from any attack. As for me, well...

All five laser bolts hit their target. Try as I might, deflecting blaster bolts was just out of reach for me. The stinging sensations over my body I was left with, well... they lingered in my mind as well.

"Rrrgh!"

I let out a groan of frustration.

"Your thoughts linger on my master." Master Gallia claimed.

"Yeah, well... how could they not?! You saw it all... that guy must be the biggest hardcase in the order." I seethed.

"Mm, really? I rather think he's eased up." my master responded frankly.

As I ate another round from the remote droid, Master Gallia motioned me to stop.

"What? Why?!" I demanded, frustrated.

"Let's focus on something else... this is going nowhere." she urged. As much as her words stung, I knew she was right. 

Reluctantly, I deactivated the green laser sword, stowing it away. It was then that a thought occurred to me.

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"What form does your master use?" I pried, still stuck on the embarrassment from earlier. Master Gallia's expression changed.

She was shaken; visibly crestfallen.

"Th-that was certainly sudden. My master is one of the few practitioners of form VII, the most dangerous and unpredictable form of all. I will not be teaching it to you; best to forget about it." she revealed with a stutter.

"Why not?" I asked, intrigued and annoyed simultaneously.

"Now, where were we? Ah, look at the time..." Master Gallia droned, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, yeah... we'll go down in an hour." I muttered, referencing the incoming gym session.

"Shatterpoint, do you remember?" Master Gallia suddenly stated, her cold demeanor returning.

"Yes." I returned.

"Good, then join me in meditation." my master instructed, taking a seat at the edge of the terrace. I obliged, sitting cross-legged as we each stared off at the skyline. 

As the force flowed through me, I could sense my master beside me. She was within it, after all.

My radius of clarity. 

That's what I'd dubbed the small... bubble in which I could sense things with the force.

After a few minutes, my master spoke again.

"Shatterpoint is an extraordinarily rare power. It's not something you can learn, it's something my master was born with."

"What is it exactly?" I asked.

"He can see the very fabric of the universe. I assume you're familiar with the whills?" Master Gallia continued.

"Yes, but... what does any of this have to do with me?" I demanded, getting impatient. My master went on, ignoring my irritation.

"I'm getting to that. The force is an energy field, yes? Think of the whills as what stitches that energy field together. Every living being has their own 'whill,' connecting us to each other, and... to the force." she expounded.

After taking a glance at me to make sure I followed, she went on.

"My master can see that fabric, those stitches. As such, he can identify weaknesses and criticalities that no other can. But... getting to you..." 

Suddenly, my master waved her hand in an arc before saying...

"You will stand up."

A fog entered my brain, diluting my thoughts and awareness. 

I wanted to stand up. I had to stand up. I would...

No, I wouldn't.

The fog started to fade.

"A mind trick? Really?" I grumbled, miffed.

"Indeed, and you resisted; I thought as much. Depending on one's species, or strength of mind, their 'whill' is too great to be infiltrated. Mind tricks are the most common occurrence of this, but it applies to all applications of the force." she finally clarified.

"So that's force resistance? As long as my will is strong enough, my 'whill' can't be influenced by others." I asked, finally seeing the full picture. Master Gallia nodded.

"Precisely. Fortify your whill, and you will level the playing field. That's not to say it's an easy task... masters have trained for centuries with no success..." she trailed off.

Great. Didn't really need that last part.

Oh well, it's not like I really had other options. 

After a few more minutes of meditation, Master Gallia stood up. The sunset was now upon us, transforming the veil of smog across the sky into a yellow haze.

"I have one more thing to show you, before we go down to... train." Master Gallia proclaimed, seemingly dreading that last part.

"Go ahead." I murmured, still thinking about the earlier beatdown I'd suffered.

"Try to fall in line." she urged simply.

Master Gallia performed a standing force jump, twirling midair before landing on a larger terrace. I followed suite. 

I was capable of force jump. To be completely honest though, there wasn't much difference between my force-enhanced jump and a normal one.

However... as I executed my own leap, I miscalculated. My leg, my bad leg... it failed to carry out its duty. I didn't reach the terrace, falling short by the slimmest of margins.

"AAAAHH!" I yelled as began to plummet toward the streets of Coruscant. 

My fall came to an end abruptly. I began to rise. 

I breathed a sigh of relief as my master placed me back on solid ground. That was close. 

Just another failure to add to the list...

"That's not what I meant by fall." she corrected, sarcastically.

"Ha ha, master." I mocked, rolling my eyes.

She moved on as if nothing happened.

"Now... focus. Watch me." she instructed, crouching down into a sprinter's starting position.

I kept my eyes on her, yet... in between blinks, she suddenly vanished. I blinked a few more times, just to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

"Over here, padawan." I heard Master Gallia call from the other end of the terrace. There was no way, how... how?

All of a sudden, she accelerated instantaneously. With a quick burst of speed, Master Gallia was next to me yet again. 

Oh...

"Force speed?" I guessed, fairly sure. My master was hunched over, panting, so it took her a bit to string together a response. 

"Indeed. A power I'm certain you can make good use of. It's actually quite easy to perform, the caveat being that it puts enormous stress on the body. Somehow, I don't think that will be an issue for you." she affirmed, smirking.

I crouched down, ready to test out her theory. Before I could try, however, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

"What? I'm going to give it a go." I insisted, resentment continuing to build up.

"Not today, padawan. You need to figure something out for that leg... perhaps that barbaric droid can help?" she pondered, a shot in the dark.

Later, at the gym, I went to the big droid himself.

"Your leg muscles have atrophied, kid. There's no way around it." HK-74 observed, inspecting the surgical incision. 

"What?! There must be something I can do." I insisted. 

"Calm yourself, weakling. I said no way around... you have to move forward. I'll figure something out for you, come back to me tomorrow." the mechanized behemoth promised, heading over to a wookie struggling at the bench press.

Any sort of leg exercises were impossible to perform in my current condition; leg press, deadlift, squat. As HK-74 had correctly deduced, the surgery, along with my sedentary resting period, had reversed years of muscular development. 

It would take time to recover... time I didn't have. Mace Windu was a cranky old geezer, but a liar he was not. 

I clenched my fists, unable to express my resentment any other way. 

"Padawan, can... can you help me out?" I heard Master Gallia request sheepishly from the chest press. I accepted, despite my distractions.

Taking a quick look at her form, I immediately pinpointed the issue. 

"You need to lower your arms, with what you're doing you're just going to hurt your shoulders. This is a chest exercise." I informed her, irked.

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Adi POV 

The dark side was strong here; below the surface, especially in this 'gym.'

It was a focal point of negative emotions. A long day of work... a death in the family... a general feeling of hopelessness... they all funneled into the establishment known as 'Durasteel Strength.'

Such a truth should have made me uneasy, but...

I was the master of my mind. 

My tethers, my attachments, my desires.

Deep within my neural pathways, I'd imprisoned them all. They obeyed me.

Flashback

Darkness surrounded me, serving as a catalyst to draw out my fears.

Day after day, I swung my wooden practice saber, just as my master had taught me.

Though my body continued to shrivel up, begging for sustenance, there was no stopping me.

End Flashback

So why...

As I continuously pushed out reps on the chest press, with mediocre weight...

Why did I feel so free? So at peace? So happy?

Flashback

"Sister, is that you?!"

End Flashback

I shouldn't. 

I got up from the machine, making my way to my apprentice.

"Padawan, I... I'm not feeling well. I'll have to leave early." I told him.

Refusing to elaborate, I took my leave.

As soon as I exited the sweaty steel cave, a message appeared on my holofeed.

An urgent message from the council.

"CONFLUENCE. TEMPLE. IMMEDIATELY."

(y/n) POV

My dynamic with my master was... quite complicated, to say the least. 

Ever since we'd returned from that hellscape, something had changed. 

Ever so slightly, she'd warmed up to me.

She'd even joined me for my daily workouts. 

After hearing Master Sinube speak of her, I understood her a little better.

Master Windu as a master? Yeah, anyone would turn out like that.

She was the only one to give me a chance, I was forever grateful for that.

So why...

why did I resent her?

Flashback

"You would do well to give up this fruitless dream and not waste any more of your time." Master Gallia stated bluntly.

End Flashback

I hadn't forgotten.

Flashback

"I am the master, and you are the padawan. Don't forget that, (y/n)." Master Gallia avowed.

End Flashback

Maybe I just wanted an apology, some sort of affirmation... anything. 

Or maybe... in my isolated, strength-obsessed world... I'd gotten used to being alone.

Back on Mandalore...

Ahsoka POV

My mission fulfilled, I witnessed a republic shuttle touch down to the surface.

My master strode down the landing ramp, carefree as always.

"I hope this assignment wasn't too boring for you." Anakin shrugged with a smirk.

"Eh, it had its moments." I admitted, smiling.

Anakin feigned ignorance, but his next words were pure sarcasm.

"Huh, like... the one where you convinced untrained children to help you overthrow a corrupt government?"

Anakin handed me my lightsaber.

"That was a highlight." I stated, playing along.

"It sounds pretty risky... you're lucky you didn't get hurt." he stressed, concerned. He was serious this time. 

"Nothing you wouldn't have done." I laughed.

All the loose ends had been wrapped up.

A day later

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Obi-Wan POV

"Masters, may I ask why you've called me here?" I inquired, surrounded by the Jedi high council.

One seat was empty.

"Master Kenobi... struck, tragedy has." Master Yoda stated ambiguously, deep in thought.

"As of now, you are on this council." Master Windu revealed, seriously.

"What? But who..." I started.

"One with the force, Master Rancisis is now." Master Yoda revealed.

"He was killed on Balosar... the work of Grievous." Master Gallia further clarified.

Jedi Master Oppo Rancisis... one of the oldest and wisest members of the order, dead?!

"Forgive me, masters... this is all a bit much. Why me? Surely there are other masters more suited for the job."

"Obi-Wan, you give yourself too little credit." Master Shaak Ti chimed in with her usual encouragement. 

"I concur with Master Shaak Ti, you have long since  earned your place on this council." Master Plo agreed.

"The decision was unanimous. That aside, let us continue." Master Windu commanded, the other council members nodding in agreement.

I took my seat at the council. Though I'd sat in for other masters before, this... this was a little unreal.

"Stop Grievous, we must." Master Yoda urged.

Ah, well... when it came to Grievous, I was the leading expert.

"Then, do you have information on his whereabouts?" I queried.

"The Chancellor seems to..." Master Windu divulged.

"He has requested an audience with you and... Skywalker." Master Mundi expounded.

"You and Skywalker are up to the task, certainly. The council is in agreement on that matter. However... as we learn more, your team may expand." Master Windu stated.

"Great danger, I sense. Take great care with this operation, you must." Master Yoda finished.

Later

Ahsoka POV

The infirmary? Nope.

The training grounds? Nope.

His Jedi quarters? Nope.

Oh well.

As I marched through the gaping corridors of the Jedi temple, I nearly walked right over a familiar little green elder.

"Ahsoka! Your assignment on Mandalore; go well, did it?" Master Yoda asked jovially. 

"Master Yoda! I... think it went alright. Teaching isn't as easy as it looks." I admitted.

"Gained some understanding of Skywalker, perhaps?" Master Yoda pried, holding onto his miniature wooden cane.

"You could put it that way..." I shrugged.

(y/n) POV

"So, where's Master Gallia?" Garo inquired, looking around.

Garo, my old classmate.

Jedi Master Tiplar stood beside him.

Master Gallia had left me out to dry today.  Council duties, or whatever...

Well... at least I'd be able to work out without distractions, right?

I'd intended to fit in some saber practice; en route to the training grounds I'd met an... old friend.

"She's busy... council stuff." I elucidated haphazardly.

"Honestly, I didn't really believe it at first. 'The Weakest Jedi,' trained by a council member." Garo responded in awe. 

'The Weakest Jedi.' I knew he didn't mean anything by it, but...

I didn't particular like that title.

"Yeah... so, how's everything on your end?" I asked, shifting the topic to Garo and Tiplar.

"Well, I do my best to live up to Master Tiplar's expectations." Garo stated. 

"He's being modest. Throughout our campaigns, my padawan has been instrumental in our victories. I couldn't ask for a more talented student." Master Tiplar emphasized, stone-faced.

"Ah, yeah. For sure." I muttered.

"We must be going now." Master Tiplar urged, stringing Garo along. 

He waved to me as the two disappeared into the ever-present flow of activity. I gave a half-hearted wave back.

'I couldn't ask for a more talented student.' 

Oh, I'm sure.

Temple activity was at its peak. Masters, knights, and apprentices, struggling to get to wherever they had been assigned.  

Here, in the ornate, bustling halls, I might as well be invisible.

Out of the blue, I felt a tap on my left shoulder.

Instead of turning to my left, I did the opposite, grabbing the wrist of a certain togruta padawan.

"Hm... that usually works." Ahsoka observed, taken aback.

"What can I say? Maybe I've gotten more powerful." I suggested, the beginnings of a smile etched on my face.

Still, I was cautious. My resentment toward her hadn't completely faded.

"I was wondering where you were... headed to the training grounds?" Ahsoka questioned, eying my faulty leg. 

"Yeah, I was..." I began. Ahsoka then interrupted.

"Look, I'll cut to the chase. I know your Master is busy right now... something big is going on. I was going to head over to Hesperidium for the day... want to come with?" Ahsoka revealed, tapping her foot in anticipation.

Hesperidium: a vibrant moon of Coruscant with flourishing plant life, a heavy contrast to its father planet. 

Only high ranking officials and bureaucrats in the republic went there, why...

"I was going to start form IV, Master Gallia gave me some of Master Yoda's recordings..." I stated, conflicted.

"I know how hard you work, (y/n). It can get to the point of being... excessive. One day off won't hurt you." Ahsoka stressed, yet she still put care and kindness into every word.

"Fine." I surrendered, throwing my hands up.

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After the shuttle, Ahsoka lead me to a fine dining establishment known as The Ivory Lotus.

The reflective marble, quartz, whatever the restaurant was made of... it went well with the scenery.

A vast field of flowers expanded far beyond the reach of my vision. A crystal clear stream that formed a waterfall was also visible. The flowers in particular came in every color imaginable. 

Blue, Cyan, Yellow, Red, Orange, Periwinkle, Indigo... it reminded me of the many frequencies a lightsaber came in.

As our rodian waiter handed each of us a menu, my jaw dropped.

"Ahsoka... you know I can't afford any of this, right?" I stated, flabbergasted.

"Not a problem!" Ahsoka exclaimed, waving away my concern. 

"Are those..." I started, stunned. In between her fingers, Ahsoka was flaunting two gold vouchers, giving us full access to the menu of The Ivory Lotus. 

"Courtesy of Anakin." Ahsoka confided, smug.

"Well, I might as well go all out..." I concluded, seeking the most expensive item offered.

"Truthfully, I have no idea how Skyguy got his hands on two of these..." Ahsoka trailed off, thinking to herself.

"Who knows?" I responded.

After we'd finished our meals, Ahsoka finally addressed one of the many zillo beasts in the room.

"So... how was Jedha?" she asked, cocking her head. There was an air of caution to her inquiry.

"Well, you saw how it ended." I stated bluntly. "I suppose you don't think I should have gone." I added, testing the waters. Ahsoka sighed, knowing the path our dialogue was taking. 

She stood up to make her point.

"(y/n), what I said... what I did behind your back, it was awful. I'm sorry for that." she apologized, bowing her head. 

Now that was unexpected. Had Ahsoka changed, without me realizing it?

"That's why... I'm going to be honest with you from now on." Ahsoka continued, flipping her lekku. 

"What do you mean by that?" I pried.

"I'm still worried about you. Maybe that's wrong of me, whatever... but I won't hide it from you anymore. I don't like you participating in the war." she revealed bluntly.

I didn't like where this was going.

"It's not up to you!" I snapped, my voice raising.

"I know, I know..." Ahsoka accepted, motioning me to calm down. "Like I said, it's just how I feel. My master's taught me to be honest with my feelings."

"I... yeah, alright Ahsoka." I surrendered, lowering my voice. "I just don't get why you have to chase me around and worry about me all the time."

"Yeah, I understand that. It's just, for me... I almost lost you five years ago. Now I almost lost you again. Now that you've seen it, (y/n), this war... can you at least understand why I'd be worried?" she elaborated, awaiting a response from me.

I shook my head, not wanting to give in. Ahsoka, Skywalker, Windu, all these prodigies... they could never understand. Maybe there was a kernel of truth to what she was saying, but I wasn't about to let up.

"How was Mandalore?" I asked, changing the subject. Ahsoka didn't press further on the matter, thankfully.

"Oh, it was the usual... overthrowing corrupt governments and all." she reminisced. 

"So just a regular day for the padawan of the chosen one?" I mocked playfully. 

"You could say that." she returned, raising her eyebrows. Well, she didn't have eyebrows, but... never mind.

"See any ritual combat? Mandalorian weaponry is something else." I pried, remembering volume one of Secrets of Mandalore.

"No, actually... the duchess of Mandalore is a pacifist, they don't really do war there. Honestly, I think she could have stopped the corruption if she'd only been a bit more forceful." Ahsoka droned, pondering the matter.

Pacifism... if only. 

Link... Slip... how many other clones had their lives cut short so abruptly? And Burst and the rest... the invisible wounds they carried with them...

"Ahsoka, I know I've only been through one battle so far but... I think I'm ready for this war to end." I admitted somberly.  

She saw my mood shift, probably felt it too. I didn't need to say what I was thinking for her to understand. Switching to my side of the booth, Ahsoka gave me a brief hug.

"We all are, (y/n)." she stated.