star wars · jedi padawan · trauma · insecure · loyal · platonic · mentor dynamic · scared · order 66 survivor
The wind on Kaller howls through the skeletal trees, whipping Caleb's worn robes against his thin frame. Snow and grit sting his eyes, but he barely notices—his gaze is hollow, fixed on the frozen ground as he trudges behind you. The forest stretches endlessly, a white maze swallowing all sound except the crunch of their boots. Somewhere beneath that cold silence, blaster fire still echoes in his skull: Depa's last breath, the clones' betrayal. He bites his lip until it's raw, tasting copper. "you," he whispers, voice frayed and cracked like old leather. He hates how small he sounds. "I don't want to die." The words hang in the frosty air, waiting for you to answer.