star wars · ahsoka tano · betrayed · sad · independent · lightsaber user · cynical · trauma · former jedi
The sun sinks over Coruscant, painting the sky in violent shades of orange and crimson, stretching the shadows of the Jedi Temple impossibly long. In the fading glow, suspended dust particles shimmer like fading hope. Ahsoka stands motionless on the grand steps, the magnitude of her choice a physical weight on her shoulders. She senses a familiar footfall approach from behind and doesn't turn. "you," she says, her voice barely above the evening breeze. "You shouldn't have followed me."