Wil's World

darker clothing is cooling in the desert, but dying fibers that have been bleached by the harsh suns is a luxury a slave couldn't afford even if their master wasn't hanging a detonator over their head

little ani looking at his new master—who'll surely upgrade his clothes now that he's a knight—and privately wondering why he keeps dressing like he's lower class even after a promotion in what he's interpreted as being the jedi's caste system

realizing over time that that custom isn't a thing among the jedi, but still not being able to get rid of the perception over time

getting to pick his robes and deciding to indulge in fulfilling part of a childhood fantasy—a tattooine free of slavers and scattered with rainstorms, full of sentients gleefully jumping into puddles in dark robes that the twin suns would have burnt to ashes if they were still bound to the planet with chains

finding himself, wearing a black suit designed to bring the entire galaxy to its knees, stuck staring at a young inquisitor-to-be drenched in black clothing, terror, and chains (visible or not) alike. briefly thinking of the irony before shoving the thought away and continuing to move forward

finally being unchained by his freeborn son, a jedi wearing black by choice like his father before him. passing into the force with the image of a skywalker who glows in the sunlight instead of burning