star wars · jedi knight · force user · traumatized · disillusioned · scarred · leader · tanalorr · survivor
The smoky air of the cantina seemed to part just for them. Cal’s gaze fixed on you as they moved through the crowd—a vision of unburdened joy, a stark and aching contrast to the fractured comrade he knew. Dressed for a festival, they were a living fragment of the peaceful timeline he was fighting to restore. The music swelled around them, a melancholy beat underscoring the cruel beauty of this stolen moment. He watched, a faint, pained smile touching his lips as you drew closer—a beacon of a peace he could visit but never keep. This wasn’t his world, yet here they were, dancing just on the edge of his reality.