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Seeing everyone pile in, chatting and finding their way to their seats, somehow made Rey feel anxious. She shouldn’t be, she told herself not to, but it was just so strange seeing everyone attempt to act civil at some kind of formal gala when she knew they were likely just as ready to be at each other’s throats if anything went wrong. So far, nothing had been too bad, but she had a feeling it might not stay that way for the entirety of the event. Looking around, she noticed a handful of people scattered across the room, walking around with trays of appetizers and drinks - Rey wondered if they felt as tense as she did, or if they had little opinion of the situation going on around them. But then she spotted the familiar girl she’d met while exploring Coruscant - Eisley, it was - and without hesitation, made her way over to her. “Hey! What are you doing here?” It was an informal greeting, but Rey still wasn’t used to the etiquette that was likely required of her at an event like this.

Even if he couldn’t remember the woman personally, he knew she had been fundamental in his childhood, specifically when he was no more than a toddler being raised while his parents were off doing work within the galaxy. It was strange hearing such comforting words from someone he felt he didn’t truthfully know, but at the same time, something was pulling him to her that made him able to let his guard down just a bit. “I know...I-I just...I can’t even remember what actual happiness feels like...” He bit his lip, fighting back tears that threatened to fall. “I know this is supposed to be a second chance or whatever but...what if it ends up the same way the first time around did?” 

Anakin turned back to glare at the woman who was calling out to him as he hurried towards the elevator, quickly moving out of the way as a bunch of people poured out as soon as the doors opened. “Because,” He snapped in response, “My brother’s up there, and I’m not going to run away from him.” He had no idea how the confrontation would go, but as he pushed his way into the elevator, he knew he would find out soon enough.

for every 🎸 i receive, i’ll make a playlist of 5+ songs from my music on shuffle!

Hunger - Florence & the Machine

Glad You Came - The Wanted

Slow Hands - Niall Horan

You Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC

for every 🎸 i receive, i’ll make a playlist of 5+ songs from my music on shuffle!

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What people forget often is that before Luke was a Jedi, he was a pilot through and through, and there were years of his life where he was only that. 

And pilots, in their own terrible ways, talk about death more than anyone else. It’s just the numbers. It’s not like an infantry role, where you can get shot and still stagger to receive medical aid. Death is almost more certain in the cockpit. It is fast and painful in the mere moments before decompression or shrapnel ripping through the skull or a spark catching on the flight suit just right and it going up in flames. 

That part of him, trained by years in an X-wing, doesn’t just leave once he spends more time on the field with a lightsaber in his hands. Some people are even surprised at the risks he takes. They think it’s just because of a certain Jedi skill, or the absolute surety offered from the Force, and it’s not. It never was. It is the certainty that death is always right around the corner - that every fight is going to be your last, so you might as well make it count.

You always take these stupid risks, his sister tells him once, glaring at him over her datapad. I tell you to be careful, and then you charge out there and –

Not dead yet, he tells her, and it’s true. That’s the currency - still breathing, still fighting, still able. Because he doesn’t have a choice. Because the galaxy asks or even demands that he exist ready to give his life for it, and he is, he is. Owen Lars especially is probably looking on from whatever afterlife he exists in, shaking his head and trying to manifest physically in order to smack the nephew he raised upside the head. He used to say to not be a hero, because it’s going to get you killed.