“And I was absolutely… charmed,” she retorted, “but Korkie is different.” He wanted to meet the boy Satine had brought up. “Oh, well, teenagers are a different story.” “Have you forgotten that I’m good with children?” “No.” Her answer was succinct and decisive no need for an explanation. “Will I meet your nephew this time, Satine?” Only shooting stars break the mold, Korkie.” “See? That’s the spirit! Remember…all that glitters is gold. “Well, I am quite capable of glowing, I think. “Oh…but what if I’m still not good enough?” “At least you know you’re a tool, even if you are a dull one. “And I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, you know.” “My master once told me…he told me the world was going to roll me.” Obi-Wan put his hand on his son’s shoulder and prepared to spout some wisdom. I’m nervous about not getting picked to go to the finals. “The Junior Galactic Leaders debate is coming up.
The boy let out a long, exaggerated sigh. Obi-Wan knew all too well what that meant. He doesn’t need to know about the assassination attempts, or the business on Concordia or-įamiliar blue eyes stare up at her, wide and eager. He tries to bury those faint sniffles but she hears them. “Everything is sorted out now,” she smiles. “You’re back! Finally!” An enthusiastic, relieved welcome from her boy. “We saw you run in, we were worried,” they answer. “Occupied!” he yells, though why would a closet be occupied? He must not panic.Īunt Satine assured him he is always safe, but surely she doesn’t know everything? Korkie slips away from the commotion, into a supply closet. News trickles in on cadets’ comms, between classes, in busy hallways:
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