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[givenpath]

@kyberpowcred

SETH SAT JUST OUTSIDE OF THE BASE, he was watching. Everyone he felt looked down on him. They all amounted him as Kylo's brother. The one who left with his older sibling when things got too hard. No one knew the truth. Luke tried to kill them both and this truth sat heavily on his shoulders. Solo couldn't bring himself to tell his mother yet. Seeing someone approach, he glanced up at them from his spot. "What do you want?"

[jedhans]

“i expected someone with your reputation to be a little older.” (for obi wan!)

Obi-Wan had developed quite the reputation, because few could say they had stood against the dark, damned Lords of the Sith, serving as a shield, a safeguard against their power.

He had spent hours upon hours molding himself, making himself in the perfect image of a Jedi, and as such, he had become a stellar pilot, a brutal warrior, and an arbitrator who, in all honesty, preferred to sit on his lonesome and meditate, asking the Force for guidance. A storm of trouble seemed to arrive at every turn, though, threatening to swallow him, to envelop him whole and leave nothing — not even a small, seemingly insignificant trace — behind. Such a storm had come about back when he had been young, nothing more than a pure, passionate padawan, and as such, nothing could have truly prepared him for Naboo.

His master — the man that he had grown to revere, holding a pure, palpable amount of respect for — had been slain, struck down before his very eyes, and he . . . he had not been able to do anything to save him, preserving his life force. He had simply stood there, watching helplessly as that force had disappeared, dissipating and flying away with the breeze. Something had come over him then, compelling him to reach into the deepest, darkest depths of his chest and pull on the reserves of strength there.

And so, with a newfound momentum, he had fought the son of darkness, putting up a good and true fight before finally, an opening presented itself, allowing him to deal a devastating blow upon Maul. The kind of blow that no one — not even the strongest — could survive. (Or so he thought).

He had aged since then, growing more mellow, mature, but he was still relatively young.

“Really?” he asked, a hint of surprise flaring in his chest, for while his skin was not yet worn or weathered, he sometimes felt like it was. “How old did you expect me to be?”

[givenpath]

SETH WAS GENERALLY SUSPICIOUS OF ANYONE. Raising a brow, he glanced her over. He eyed the lunch bag in her hand. Solo didn't know if he could trust her or not. Most of the people here avoided him. They all knew who he was and why he was there. Many wanted to see him charged with crimes against the Republic, but Leia shielded him from them. He had told her to let them. His mother told him he wasn't beyond saving and she wasn't going to give up on him or Ben. "I could eat." He told the bag and opened it to look at the contents. More rations. "Check on me why? Don't you hate me like everyone else?"