Aayla sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.
To say she looked tired was to make what might be the understatement of the century.
War has worn her down.
The horrors.
The losses.
It had all taken to her soul like a hammer to a pane of glass.
Then there was the council โ
- things will change for the better. We must hold on for now, so we can embrace the future.โ Perhaps this was the optimistic outlook that the council had adopted, what they told themselves up in their ivory tower.
How many times had she looked in the face of her fellow generals and mirrored their fragile smiles and played into the grand delusion that this war hadnโt changed them or the Order.
โForgive me,โ aayla said, looking back to Shaak Ti โit is unworthy of me to bring you intoโ
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iโm always terrified to ask ppl this BUUT GIVVVEEEEE ๐คฒ๐ป๐คฒ๐ป developing stories within stories , i rlly want to connect pol to other ocs + canon characters as much as i can !!
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Aayla begins, their conversation fading as, arm in arm, they walk through the temple.
Plump white lips purse, blinking dark eyes, totally unaware.
โI would love for you to teach me everything you know. You are a good friend and I am sure I could learn much from you.โ