[ Cal watches Jesper mold the wood with rapt attention, his brow furrowed. Matter. That must be why it feels so strange in the Force, since the latter is energy, life. The chair is anything but alive.
But, still—the Force exists around it, fills the negative space. And Jesper sings with it, as do all living things. ]
Nobody taught you? [ Cal remembers their conversation, when he'd first arrived, when Jesper had mentioned that he'd hidden his powers, gone on the run, in order to avoid being pressed into the army—or worse. Even so, he'd never found a teacher? Someone else like him? He's had to figure it all out on his own?
It's a bleak reminder that that's probably the future of the Jedi too, as long as the Empire still stands. Not for the first time, Cal wonders about the Force-sensitive children on that list—the ones whose fates he'd left to the will of the Force.
Still, he amends, sober: ] Guess that'd be pretty tough when you're in hiding. Can I see that?
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But, still—the Force exists around it, fills the negative space. And Jesper sings with it, as do all living things. ]
Nobody taught you? [ Cal remembers their conversation, when he'd first arrived, when Jesper had mentioned that he'd hidden his powers, gone on the run, in order to avoid being pressed into the army—or worse. Even so, he'd never found a teacher? Someone else like him? He's had to figure it all out on his own?
It's a bleak reminder that that's probably the future of the Jedi too, as long as the Empire still stands. Not for the first time, Cal wonders about the Force-sensitive children on that list—the ones whose fates he'd left to the will of the Force.
Still, he amends, sober: ] Guess that'd be pretty tough when you're in hiding. Can I see that?
[ He gestures to the chair, indicating it. ]