Luke's tone in her head is wry. There is something about his presence in this space that seems younger, but perhaps simply because it is without age. Some of the edges are smoother, the 'voice' less rough.
I couldn't wait to leave. Which was, I know, ungrateful to Owen and Beru. My uncle and aunt. They raised me, cared for me. Maybe a little too well--they knew, or suspected, anyway, that one day this power would manifest. And they weren't equipped to deal with it. They did the best they could, but right or wrong, I was never going to be content as a farmer.
More images, but feelings along with them--the empty desert stretching before them, the feeling of impatience and wanderlust. A holovid about pilots in some long-forgotten war, watched over and over. The swell of hope every time he thought he'd learn something about his father, only to have Owen's eyes darken in fear and sorrow.
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Luke's tone in her head is wry. There is something about his presence in this space that seems younger, but perhaps simply because it is without age. Some of the edges are smoother, the 'voice' less rough.
I couldn't wait to leave. Which was, I know, ungrateful to Owen and Beru. My uncle and aunt. They raised me, cared for me. Maybe a little too well--they knew, or suspected, anyway, that one day this power would manifest. And they weren't equipped to deal with it. They did the best they could, but right or wrong, I was never going to be content as a farmer.
More images, but feelings along with them--the empty desert stretching before them, the feeling of impatience and wanderlust. A holovid about pilots in some long-forgotten war, watched over and over. The swell of hope every time he thought he'd learn something about his father, only to have Owen's eyes darken in fear and sorrow.
I was a brat.