[Memorials are such feeble affairs. Pale gestures made to satisfy the living, not the dead. In the early years of the New Republic he'd attended more than a handful at his mother's side, another disconnected spectator that— like nearly everyone else in attendance— couldn't truly relate to the solemn sorrow sweeping through a select, sorry few.
In spite everything that he's lost, this feels no different.
Too many pay placid respects, scraping up some stored amount of empathy as electronic slivers of glass are lit, gifts left beside them while public figureheads put a voice to the tragedy. It's unsatisfying, to say the least. If not for the fact that he feels the weight of foreign eyes on him (less now than there were before), he'd likely keep to the fringe and hunt for a viable mental thread amongst the crowds. A glimpse of something malignant needing his attention before it festers, as it had during the finals. Instead, he's forced to seek some semblance of anonymity within the herd— a feat that's less than easy when Ren's well over six feet tall with a scar that runs across almost the entirety of his gigantic, dumb face.
Anakin's saber is kept at his hip throughout. Secured with a clip and gripped tightly by his right hand as insurance against either curiosity or greed. It lives with him now, and he doesn't so much as lie down to find sleep without ensuring that it still remains in his possession.
Unlike its twin, the double left to Ahsoka after Anakin's death, this one feels right. The more time spent in its company, the more certain he is of it. Of everything.]
Kyle Ron | OTA | local* man stands around and looks unhappy news at 11
In spite everything that he's lost, this feels no different.
Too many pay placid respects, scraping up some stored amount of empathy as electronic slivers of glass are lit, gifts left beside them while public figureheads put a voice to the tragedy. It's unsatisfying, to say the least. If not for the fact that he feels the weight of foreign eyes on him (less now than there were before), he'd likely keep to the fringe and hunt for a viable mental thread amongst the crowds. A glimpse of something malignant needing his attention before it festers, as it had during the finals. Instead, he's forced to seek some semblance of anonymity within the herd— a feat that's less than easy when Ren's well over six feet tall with a scar that runs across almost the entirety of his
gigantic, dumbface.Anakin's saber is kept at his hip throughout. Secured with a clip and gripped tightly by his right hand as insurance against either curiosity or greed. It lives with him now, and he doesn't so much as lie down to find sleep without ensuring that it still remains in his possession.
Unlike its twin, the double left to Ahsoka after Anakin's death, this one feels right. The more time spent in its company, the more certain he is of it. Of everything.]