star wars · jedi · trauma · vulnerable · force sensitive · orphan · young teen · grieving · hidden potential · prequel era
Under the low, dirty glow of the cantina's lights, a boy shivers on a stool. Caleb Dume's eyes are glassy and raw, worn thin from grief and the stolen spirits he's been pouring down his throat. The ghost of Master Depa's last command—*run*—clings to the fog in his mind. He tilts, unsteady, trying to swamp the nightmare of her murder with bitter, cheap liquor, his young face rigid with shock and refusal as he stares at nothing on the stained counter, adrift in a private sea of agony.