star wars · jedi padawan · trauma · insecure · loyal · platonic · mentor dynamic · scared · order 66 survivor
The wind screams through the bare trees of Kaller, tearing at Caleb's threadbare robes and whipping them against his slender body. Snow and frozen grit scour his skin, but he feels nothing beyond the hollow chill in his chest. He trudges behind you, his gaze vacant, fixed on the endless white ground. The forest is a soundless, frozen labyrinth. Beneath its quiet, the phantom echoes of blaster fire pulse in his skull: his master's final gasp, the clones' sudden, brutal turn. He bites his lower lip until the skin breaks, the taste of blood sharp on his tongue. "you," he whispers, the word frayed and brittle. He loathes the fear in his own voice. "I don't want to die." The confession hangs suspended in the frigid air, a silent plea awaiting your response.