Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
uncertain_dume) wrote2018-08-23 11:16 pm
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MCA #3, Thursday Night
Kanan had been doing... impressively well, all things considered. Trip to Coruscant, re-treading old trauma, wrapping his head around the possibility of actually continuing his training.
Staying up all hours of the night, afraid to close his eyes.
Okay. Some things weren't going as well as others. Tonight was one of those nights, Kanan laying on the flat of his back, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep seemed to be evading him, taking a back seat to the shadows in his head, instead. And for not the first time this month, he tried to ignore it for as long as he could, tried to center himself, push beyond the pain so that he could at least get some rest, whether it would ultimately be restful or not.
However, after a good, long while of just sitting with his own thoughts tonight, he did something he hadn't done before.
"Hera...? You awake?"
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Staying up all hours of the night, afraid to close his eyes.
Okay. Some things weren't going as well as others. Tonight was one of those nights, Kanan laying on the flat of his back, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep seemed to be evading him, taking a back seat to the shadows in his head, instead. And for not the first time this month, he tried to ignore it for as long as he could, tried to center himself, push beyond the pain so that he could at least get some rest, whether it would ultimately be restful or not.
However, after a good, long while of just sitting with his own thoughts tonight, he did something he hadn't done before.
"Hera...? You awake?"
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Words were hard. It felt like fingers were closing around his throat and his lungs, trying to crush his attempts at speaking away.
"I'm allowed to feel it now. It's safe. And I don't even know how."
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Not doing it wrong.
No right or wrong way...
He reached a hand up for hers and nodded his head, just slightly.
"Feels like the ground keeps crumbling underfoot," he muttered. "I wish that would stop, already."
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"All you can do is build it up again." She paused. "I don't know much about how Jedi do things, but could you try meditating?" She tried to remember how Master Kiwiiks did things, that one weekend. "Just...acknowledge it and let it go, isn't that how it goes?"
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Acknowledge it.
"Haven't been very good at acknowledging it," he allowed. "Just getting to that point, letting myself recognize pain, has been..." He frowned. Exhaled again. "I'm afraid."
Afraid that recognizing his scars would open floodgates that he couldn't just let go of.
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Right.
Right. Safe now. And it wasn't hard to believe it, with Hera there saying so. He wasn't sure if it was that he had it that bad, or she was just that good. Maybe both. Probably both.
"I'm bad at this," he murmured. "But yeah. I think I need to try."
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Kanan wasn't kidding when he said he was bad at this.
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He paused, and then shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"I have two standing invitations. One to the temple, four thousand years ago. One to... probably not the temple, but fifty years in our future. Both from Masters in times where they're picking up the Order from the ashes."
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"Which is not what we're talking about; sorry." She shook her head. "Will you go back, do you think? To either?"
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Hera squeezed his hand. "I'm not saying you shouldn't, but I'd understand if you didn't."
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He sighed.
"I'm not ready for that, I know that much. But even just the opportunity to sit in the temple listening to the lessons with the younglings... That was..." His brow furrowed. "... I lost myself in it, for a while."
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He had the Clone Wars thing under his belt. Marginally.
He didn't like his odds of the rest.
"You know, completely reasonable goals."
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She leaned her head back against his. "I wish I'd known you at that age. We would've been terrors."
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Kanan huffed out something resembling a laugh, once again closing his eyes and... kind of curling into her a little bit more. Tentatively, ready to lean back again if she seemed at all uncomfortable with it.
"You and me, we would have ended the war on our own and saved the galaxy in a week," he decided. "Dreams like those, how could we not?"
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"Think Chopper would have tolerated a shorter, more enthusiastic me? I probably would've shorted his processors just asking questions all the time."
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