[Ahsoka's smile loses some of its cockiness then, when Angel offers her first proposal. To chase, rather than be chased. The thought alone is absurd, perhaps even moreso than allowing herself to continue to drink -- whatever she had given her. In spite of herself, she thinks of Anakin, how he had woken from that dream of Padme and how happy had been.
Before he had collapsed in despair, with the knowledge that he would never see her again. That's not the chase Angel talks about -- her's is much more carefree, more innocent, less involved. And yet--]
That's not the Jedi way.
[And for a good reason, she understands now. In spite of that, she holds out her wrist carefully for Angel as asked (always, as asked, to give as much of herself to others when asked), listening to her explanation and observing the memory she recalls. Yes, fire dancers, she'd seen them before on other planets, humans and twi'lek and everything in between.
Ahsoka had always loved people as well -- it was part of her culture, as much as it was her need to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Its why the Nest's mission does not bother her so much.
Even if its link interferes with her daily routine. Even if it interferes with its faint buzzing, and Angel's enthusiasm. The smell of smoke. She chuckles.]
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Before he had collapsed in despair, with the knowledge that he would never see her again. That's not the chase Angel talks about -- her's is much more carefree, more innocent, less involved. And yet--]
That's not the Jedi way.
[And for a good reason, she understands now. In spite of that, she holds out her wrist carefully for Angel as asked (always, as asked, to give as much of herself to others when asked), listening to her explanation and observing the memory she recalls. Yes, fire dancers, she'd seen them before on other planets, humans and twi'lek and everything in between.
Ahsoka had always loved people as well -- it was part of her culture, as much as it was her need to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Its why the Nest's mission does not bother her so much.
Even if its link interferes with her daily routine. Even if it interferes with its faint buzzing, and Angel's enthusiasm. The smell of smoke. She chuckles.]
So does the ribbon.