I Failed

[Vorro Rayden]

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A shadow was cast across his face as he sat hidden in plain sight. It had been years since he had last seen the Jedi, his brothers and sisters. He thought he had been strong, that he had turned the corner on Ryloth all those years ago, but things never really changed. He thought he had a vision, a path to guide him and to bring light to the galaxy, but slowly darkness only grew.

From the shadows, he watched as his brothers and sisters took on the galaxy and the Sith, with each of them slowly falling. Everything he had ever known was slowly crumbling upon him, yet that was always his life. No matter what, it always seemed he was the last one left, the sole survivor left to face the torment of his weakness, his cowardly behavior that he tried to deeply to cover up. He was weak, and a coward. He had failed his family, his master, his padawans, his friends, those he swore to protect. His hands trembled as he gripped his weak knees, a slight gasp of breath escaping from his lips as he held back the emotions that plagued him.

"You look like you were bucked by a tauntaun," a voice called out from the crowd.

Rayden glanced up, bringing hands across his face as he did his best to find his center, "I'm..I'm fine, thanks...for asking," though his voice betrayed his words. Before the man could reach the aged knight, he was already on his feet and back into the crowded streets of a city whose name he had forgotten. "I..failed.."

 

[Jexz Kira]

It had taken much begging and a few chances encounter for him to make it back to his home planet, but he had still made it back all the same. The bruising still on his body, the now almost healed wound across his arm caused by a saber was nearly nothing more than a scar. His clothing was tattered and mostly rags now. Odd patches of different fabric covered bits of his body, but for the most part, his scars and bruising was easy to see of his chest and back. His mouth was covered with a piece of fabric wrapped around and tied behind his head.

The fourteen-year-old boy walking was somewhat slow but thoughtful. Having managed to catch the news of those that had died on Tython that day, as he wandered through the streets he could not help but hear the response a man gave.

He began to work his way through the crowd in front of the man passing by him, he almost hesitated but then he remembered how his guardian had never shown a moment of weakness and always continued on. He brushes past the man reaching out for but a moment towards him with the force before pulling it back into himself. Creating a wall to shut it down and hide once again.

"I failed the children"

He whispered in passing having caught the comment of the I failed the man said.

Slipping out of the crowd and making his way towards the edge of an alleyway and looking back.

There was sadness in his eyes as he looked back towards the crowd to where the man had been to see if he reacted and if his hunch was right. The truth was Jexz had no idea what to do now and to talk to anyone would be better than wallowing as he had been doing.​