“I hope so.”

“Deep breaths, Cal.” Meditation is still… difficult for him. Even on the most peaceful mountain on Zeffo, he can’t seem to let his mind ease.

“He taught me that the sith are annoyingly persistent.” Cal reluctantly rose from his meditation spot. “I suppose you’re here to fight?”

“Negotiate, huh? And what do you propose?” He tried to not make it outwardly obvious how cautious he was of her.

Baby.

Yes. You’re baby.

Prove it.

Prove to me that you’re not baby.

Think of a way. Otherwise, you’re my babey.

Love you babe.

He is unhappy and tired. Universe, strike him dead.

|| I forgot I had this account for a bit there.

He’s back and at it!

Hm… how should he do his lightsaber? His master’s emitter? Purple blade? Durite?

|| I AM THIRSTING FOR INTERACTIONS ON THIS ACCOUNT

|| I Must Have them

Why’s Merrin so pretty for—

|| I keep forgetting I have this account. Uh… guess I should start posting again?

|| Dead account Dead account DEAD ACCOUNT THIS ACCOUNT IS DEAD I HATE MYSELF