[ Not a Jedi, and certainly unaware of the way the Force felt against one's senses, he has no place to begin surmising her reasons for withholding her grief. Some people do best, he knows, denying themselves their tears, picking up and moving forwards. Some, he knows, do better when they take their grief and turn it into something else. Wrath, maybe. Love, even though it is a rare person who feels pain and uses it to make themselves kinder.
Ahsoka, he does not know. She is new, even though they are distantly connected. More than that, she contains herself.
But, her hand - slender, strong - winds around his arm after he's drawn near. Nearer, perhaps, than he has any right to be. It feels a bit like poaching, moving like this in the wake of someone's loss. It feels voyeuristic, to witness her shoulders shake and her body thrum with tension. However young she is, she is strong. He hopes, in the end, she finds her footing again, as she grieves for someone with whom she would never again be re-united with. And he wonders, then. Which was the more cruel: leaving those they loved behind, alive and whole - or having them, mind and body, at their side, until such a time that they perished?
After some time, he speaks to her again: ] What will you do now?
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[ Not a Jedi, and certainly unaware of the way the Force felt against one's senses, he has no place to begin surmising her reasons for withholding her grief. Some people do best, he knows, denying themselves their tears, picking up and moving forwards. Some, he knows, do better when they take their grief and turn it into something else. Wrath, maybe. Love, even though it is a rare person who feels pain and uses it to make themselves kinder.
Ahsoka, he does not know. She is new, even though they are distantly connected. More than that, she contains herself.
But, her hand - slender, strong - winds around his arm after he's drawn near. Nearer, perhaps, than he has any right to be. It feels a bit like poaching, moving like this in the wake of someone's loss. It feels voyeuristic, to witness her shoulders shake and her body thrum with tension. However young she is, she is strong. He hopes, in the end, she finds her footing again, as she grieves for someone with whom she would never again be re-united with. And he wonders, then. Which was the more cruel: leaving those they loved behind, alive and whole - or having them, mind and body, at their side, until such a time that they perished?
After some time, he speaks to her again: ] What will you do now?