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Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
2 yrs ago
"I will at that, Torian." I turn and leave, heading back to my room to rest and allow the medical droids their fussing over my leg and nose. The longer I put it off, the more annoying the machines got.
"Well, she had best be prepared for a real set of her own siblings if you two decide to take that route. I'll see if Clan Ordo and Clan Wren can offer some aid in finding Foundlings. An unfortunate side effect of this siege as it is, your Clan will be able to appreciate the boon."
Chuckling heartily, I shake my head. "Aye, making them yourselves works incredibly well, but Foundlings will still be necessary. Makes me wonder though, if Ava ever considered younger siblings a possibility."
"Then perhaps I will ask that growing Clan Cadera once more be your focus. Your daughter will live, Torian. It is why I set the unarmed and unarmored bout as I did. In fact," I say as I purse my lips thoughtfully, "that is my mission for your clan, Alit'alor Torian. Rebuild your clan and reclaim its glory before Mand'alor the Vindicated wiped them out."
"And I will not dishonor you by trying to explain it. The best I can say is that what happened this evening was in her best interest. She is still young, still taken with her passions. The role of Mand'alor...it was not meant for the youthful, especially those with such a bright future elsewhere in our culture."
I beckon the pair to take a seat across from me while Ava rests and I sigh. "I must ask how you truly feel about what has transpired this day. I understand neither of you knows me as well as the members of Clan Ordo, so I wish to see what those around me feel."
There is a knock on the door and then, after a couple of seconds, I walk in. However, before either can perform a greeting to me as Mand'alor, I hold up a hand. "I am not here as your leader, Torian. Right now, I am Temari."
I chuckle and stand up while stretching. "Don't worry too much, HJ. He's not the man he was twenty years ago. You go rest, we're scouting Belsavis, should be back in a couple of days."