Open Where am I?

[The Storyteller]

Exhales of pressurized gasses and the crackling of a frozen statue echo through the unknown area. Knees hit the floor as coughing sounds pollute the immediate atmosphere as hands join the knees to the surface. Long white hair is pushed back to reveal a red and slightly deformed face gasping for air as the remainder of the cement-like material clinks to the ground. The white haired man rolls to his back as he struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are wide open, though is unable to see with his human eyes. Haunting memories replay in his mind more clearly than any eyes could illustrate. Memories of the cold exile followed by memories mourning the death of loved ones and apprentices. Memories of countless failures are on repeat as gasps for air disturb any remaining silence.

Where is he? How and why has he been released with his pains which were time frozen in the carbonite? What is happening?!
Hours pass as he lay on his back and struggle to his feet. Memories burn hotter than the fiery planet on the outer-rim. His natural vision slightly returning to reveal synthetic metals crushing with his every vision before his body once again crashes to the surface.

Suddenly, there is silence.
The memories halt. His vision returns to black. Is he unconscious? Has death finally greeted him to release him of the agony?
No; his heartbeat pounds through his eardrums, slowing down as time advances. He fights to gain control over his emotions, as he has been trained to do, perhaps lifetimes ago. Breathing is normalized and the feeble being summons the strength to get to his feet naturally.

His natural vision still only slightly reveal metal surfaces. It could simulate an aircraft, a cantina, or a temple that he once knew. Dazed and confused is the man but at least the memories have been temporarily shut away as he begins to find his bearings.

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Reflections of himself are revealed in the glass which act as a mirror in this instance. Vision still blurry as attempts are made to study the reflection in the window of some sort. The man caresses his cold red skin which provoke a slight burn with every stroke. An effort is made to get the attention of anybody who may be near him. He has not spoken for many years, an exact number is unknown. He guesses it could be months, days or maybe a year. Though, his assumption is off by many lifetimes.

Throat dryer than the sands of Tatooine, there is movement, but the mouth fails to present any useful sound. Only a faint whisper followed by a cough. A thud echoes as Iortunger's fist makes contact to the glass which shows his feeble frame. His eyes cannot make out what is behind the glass. It could be the space between planets for all he knows. In this hypothetical, he would be lucky to have not broken through with his fist.

Items crash to the floor as he stumbles aimlessly. Vision only ever so slightly improving as minutes pass - it is still a pain to keep the eyes open. Thunger now sits showing his back to his reflection with his legs crossed. The back of his head rests on the window, or whatever it is. He halts any effort to regain his vision and closes his eyes while attempting to make contact to his former Master in the Jedi Order. Nothing. Not the faintest of contact is made. Not to his Master nor anyone he once knew. The stink of force radiates from his being as he sits hopelessly against the glass.

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Is his exhaustion depleting his connection with the force? He wonders in the same position motionless as he tries once again to make a connection. In the same moment comes a hint that everyone he once knew is gone - transitioned into the force long ago. He too would be long gone had he not been kept in the frozen state. It is natural and unnecessary to mourn the deaths from hundreds or thousands of years ago. Though, he still has no grasp of the reality and concept of current time.

Long ago, Iorthunger nearly achieved the rank of master in the Jedi Order. Shortly after falling short in the eyes of that then council - he exiled himself to train in a physically harsh environment and meanwhile build his personal connection with the Force. Though, not in his training with the order nor in isolation has he gained knowledge of the existence of an ability to communicate with those who have exhausted their physical form in the universe. He was frozen in carbonite and hidden before he could gain such knowledge back in an age before the Battle of Yavin.

What has happened in the galaxy or to his frozen statue in the meanwhile is completely unknown to him.
Was his resting place uncovered? Did someone purposely defrost him in efforts to help the unknown being? Has he been the subject of some sort of experiment?

Or... something else..

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Back to the wall, reflections of his surroundings before bathing in carbonite are refreshed in his mind. Once a calling place of various Force followers and home of Jedi in the mid rim - even when not exposed to the elements in the unknown facility, the air is unmistakable. The cold desert atmosphere is familiar, however; this pilgrim moon feels entirely different. He recalls four Jedi statues in the vicinity of his initial resting place. It was a friendly place for Jedi. His Force presence would have never provoked a concern here - So he thought.

Terrible pain has been experienced, as he laid frozen. Temples have burned and crashed upon residents of many faiths. This place has experienced the horror of synthetic destruction and total evil. Thunger feels the pains of a thousand men, all at once, releasing a terrible cry. The sound waves came from his lips but it was more likely Force generated. The pain this once Jedi Knight is feeling is well over 100 years over overdue. It is likely to be heard by any Force user still on the desert moon and by those around the galaxy with a deeper connection with the Force.

Thunger has been buried under the ruins of Jedha city and his carbonite statue had remain intact all these years, until six days ago. For six days he has sat, at times in agony, while making tremendous efforts to grasp the situation he is in - further exhausting his human body and mind. His vision has returned by the second day and by the third he had regained full use of his limbs. Though, he remains pressed against a ruined surface in a meditative state. He is exposed through a partially buried window which remains partially obstructed by ash and char.

 

[Ashen Kade]

It has only been a few days since Ashe was knighted, but he wasted no time rushing to attempt to uncover his path and what better place to start than the ridiculously cold moon of Jedha? Never mind the unmistakable crater courtesy of the Death Star. It was nevertheless a historically important world to the Jedi so here he was, exploring the remaining ruins after the Holy City's destruction. He wasn't really sure what he was looking for if anything, just exploring the galaxy was enough for now and perhaps the force would guide him to his path. Or not. Understanding the force wasn't his strong suit and he didn't presume to know.

As luck would have it he didn't need to wait long to sense something. The gentle whistling of the chilled winds of Jedha seemingly stopped, drowned out by a painful scream that echoed through the Force. Ashen jolted at the feeling. It was something he was yet to experience through the force; unimaginable pain and torment. He momentarily stopped in his tracks— confused and shaken. Whatever or likely whoever released the ripple through the force was nearby. Even Ashe could determine that, though it didn't make him feel any more at ease. "Whoa..." He gasped in shock. Jedha was officially off his list of vacation spots.

Nevertheless, he was not one to flee so quickly. Luckily or rather unluckily he was pretty much exploring the ruin where it all originated from further deep within. With slight hesitation, he unbuckled his lightsaber igniting it to light the way ahead. The light from the orange blade cascaded around the ruins revealing charred ancient tablets and other historical treasures, all desecrated if not destroyed in the catastrophe that was Jedha City's destruction. As he moved forward he entered a narrow archway that led to a chamber, partially caved in and filled with heaps of debris and rubble. It was a difficult task but he gently managed to wade his way through just as he noticed a window. He paid it no mind, about to ignore it just as he noticed a figure on the other side. He slowly approached, extending his arm to shine his saber at the window hoping to see what was on the other side.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Exhaustion has severely diluted Thunger's connection to the force, though he remains in a meditative state, clinging to what remains. The presence of another being has alerted his senses, ever-so slightly before the distinct sound of the ignition of a Jedi weapon reached his ears. He remains still, equipped only with torn legging which covers him above the knee. The healed indent in his chest is uncovered. The pigments of his hair returned to it's darker tint and the redness of the skin slightly normalize. His skin remains exposed to the cold but it is nothing in comparison to the carbonite.

The orange light approaches him. Thunger does not sense a threat but instinctively reaches for his lightsaber which used to rest at his right hip. It is not there. Perhaps it is somewhere under the rubble as he recalls being frozen with it. There is no time to scramble for his weapon before whoever is coming reaches him. Shall combat become necessary he will rely on his fainted connection with the Force. He would be of no use in hand-to-hand combat at this moment.

While undoubtedly vulnerable, he recrosses his legs in efforts to appear relaxed. The orange beam disturbs his eyes and so he closes them once again. Iorthunger Broadspear motions for the being in his direction. Little does he know, this is the first contact that he has made with another individual since before The Battle of Yavin (which he remains totally ignorant to). His motion towards the individual is truly out of desperation, though he makes effort to hide his vulnerability.

 

[Ashen Kade]

Ashen peered through the window, a mild look of shock engulfing his face. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but finding someone who basically appeared to be dying wasn't on his list. Jedha sure was full of surprises. The man's desperate attempt to get Ashen's attention caught his eye, he clearly was in need of help. There was only one slight issue— there was seemingly no way for him to get to the man. It was certainly a pickle, though that wasn't entirely true. He could always smash the glass, though he didn't fancy accidentally injuring the man in the process. Lifting his free hand, Ashen motioned for the man to wait and stay put, surely there was a way to get in somehow though finding it would be a process with all the mess and debris around.

He concentrated intensely, raised his hand, and used the force to move a pile of rubble out of the way. Wherever the entrance was, he'd have to dig it out the old-fashioned way. With each pile relocated they grew and grew in size, the door likely fully buried beneath. It took all his strength but eventually, there it was— a rather banged up durasteel door. Without hesitation, Ashen thrust his lightsaber straight through the door and moved to cut a large enough hole for himself to get through.

Upon entering the room, he quickly deactivated his saber to show he meant no harm. Was it foolish after what he's just experienced a few clicks ago? Potentially, but he was the optimistic sort and he still held onto it just in case things turned south. He glanced around the room noticing the carbon-freezing chamber. Odd place to be a popsicle... He thought to himself, but then again the climate checked out. He mentally shrugged and made his way toward the man he saw through the window, his white cloak draping behind him with every step. His golden robes unmistakable of the Jedi, no matter which generation of the Order it currently was, despite Jedi rarely wearing traditional robes anymore.

He extended his arm and offered his hand to the man, helping him up with a gentle smile should he take it. Though he hadn't the faintest clue who the man was or his allegiances, Ashen never turned away from someone in need.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Initially showing no response to the acknowledge, it was only when the approaching figure began tumbling through the rubble did Thunger realize he had been buried under such masses of debris. He was truly lucky to have caught someone's attention and even more lucky to be getting bailed out of... where ever he is. He watches the fellow force user push through copious amounts of ruins to get to him and as he followed through with a final blow to the what appeared to be a secured door with his lightsaber. He took note of the man's apparel as he approached with his extended hand.

Thoughts run untamed through his mind. He does not recognize this Jedi. This cause of concern is shrugged away for the time as his eyes meet the young boy. Perhaps he simply did not spend enough time around the Order after his exile on Hoth to meet him. He thinks the generous man could not have lived a day beyond twenty years, which would be equivalent to the time he spent training in the ice caves.

After a short delay, Thunger graciously grabs hold of the generous hand. With undeniable assistance he manages to his feet. Standing and moving without assistance remains a heavy task - he puts the brunt of his weight on the helping hand's shoulder.
Thank you.

His words come out as a heavy whisper. Raspy in sound. He does not have the energy form another sentence at this moment. Thunger takes notice of the man's lightsaber hilt which must be carved to the young knight's liking. Taking notice of the seemingly updated characteristics. A simple construction but still noticeable differences from his own.

 

[Ashen Kade]

Despite feeling exhausted, Ashen remained steadfast and carried the weight of the man on his shoulder. Moving all the debris around had taken a toll on his strength, not realising he didn't exactly leave a clear path to go back. He wasn't particularly skilled in using the force or physically strong, but he managed to get the job done. "You don't look so good." He remarked with a concerned half smile. He placed his saber on his right hip and gently folded the man's arm around himself. It was clear he was in no shape to walk on his own. Leaving the place would present its own set of difficulties. Given all the rubble and debris, it would require a near-miraculous effort for them to successfully navigate through it. He had a rough time getting through on his own, but having to carry someone taller and heavier on top of that? There was no chance. Not through his physical strength, in any case, he'd have to find another way.

After a brief pause, Ashen realised the reality of the situation. Taking a quick look at the man, he assessed his chances and only then noticed the inflammation on his skin and the dent in his chest. Safe to say that perception wasn't one of Ashen's strong suits either, but whatever the man went through, it was a lot— and a collapsing old ruin probably wasn't the right place to ask any questions...

It only just dawned on him the man was fully exposed to such a frigid and harsh environment. Without a word, Ashen untied his cloak and attempted to cover the man as best he could. The thin fabric probably wouldn't be much help, but he figured it was better than nothing. He took a look around the partially ruined room, hoping to find something more suitable to offer the man. After all, it was far from ideal to have him succumb to the cold now. "Did you have anything with you when you were frozen?" This was likely the last chance to recover any of his belongings.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

A slight chuckle or attempt of laughter came out as more of a heavy sigh - acknowledging the young knights comment on his appearance. As he is lifted, his eyes take better notice of the situation and the immediate surroundings of the area. He catches a glimpse of what appears to be a damaged lightsaber hilt which was attached to a ruined battery bank of some sort via small a cable. Perhaps once silver in color. It lays under debris in the furthest corner from the pair. They move in the opposite direction as the young knight searches for a solution. The window appears to be a possible exit but what does he know. Perhaps the young man knows better.

Nothing of significance.
His words are once again raspy and in faint voice. Almost like a whisper as he answers the question before following with his own.
Window?

Thunger's vision has returned but is obstructed by his exhaustion. He cannot see beyond the glass.

 

[Ashen Kade]

"Oh." He paused for a moment, taking a look at the window. "Right, yeah." The window. Somehow he completely forgot about the window. "Silly me." He smiled with a bashful grin. The two men hobbled over while Ashen gripped his lightsaber, striking the hilt against the old glass pane, shattering it with a loud bang. Thankfully, the way was mostly clear from the window to the exit minus a couple of small piles here and there. Carefully, he assisted the man over the ledge while ensuring that he stayed clear of any remaining glass fragments on the edge. Once he had helped the man, he hopped over himself landing with a gentle thud on the other side, taking one last glance into the room behind them.

"That should be our exit." He pointed forward to the unlit passageway he came from earlier. With a gentle press, his lightsaber ignited illuminating the chamber and the archway. "Let's go." He was ready to leave this forsaken ruin. For all he knew it could collapse at any moment and he was not about to find out.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

The humorous moment between the pair regarding the window was short lived. Tales of what happened here were on full display upon their exit. Horrible site of what remained of this once beautiful place stabs at his heart. Thunger grips his chest as the young knight proposes to proceed through a passage of debris where a beloved temple had been reduced to the sands beneath their feet. What could have caused such a devastating scene? How and why was he spared from the fate of so many? More importantly, could he have prevented it? Excruciating pain once again jolts through his feeble frame as his knee falls to the ground. He characteristically blames himself for an unrealistic vision of him saving the lives who perished here. His right hand attempts to sooth the pain of his mind without an ounce of success. Dehydration should make a tear drop impossible. Nevertheless, his eyes pour and stain the ground beneath him.

No!
His voice shakes with pain but is no longer a whisper. He clutches the sands of what used to be as the sounds of devastating sadness echo though out the passageway.
NiJedha... NoJedha..
This can't be... This cannot....

Where are we?!

Thunger knows the answer to his question though begs to hear a contradicting answer to what is already known. This holy place was destroyed along with its' residents. Terrible pain and suffering has occurred as he drifted in a timeless sleep, never knowing of the nightmare which occurred.

Leave me... Prioritize the others! There must be others...
Let me fade here.

Thunger wept. Selfishly hoping for death to end his pain, while selflessly willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He knows he would only slow the young knight down at this point should there be others awaiting his help. Though, deep down, Thunger feels he is the only one. He pushes that feeling away out of pure denial and wishful thinking.

 

[Ashen Kade]

Ashen tilted his head quizically, unsure of what the mysterious man was on about. Prioritise the others? Did he miss something? The place looked the same as when he arrived earlier and just as cold and desolate. There were hardly any signs of life around. Ashe looked around puzzled, unsure what was going on. "I'm sorry?" He inquired in a confused tone, not quite sure how to respond. He obviously wasn't going to leave the man behind, even if there were others to save— but there were no others. Not as far as he was aware. "What do you mean the others? Was someone else in there with you just now?" Were there others? He thought to himself. He didn't remember seeing, hearing or sensing anyone else for that matter. Ashen was fairly certain there were no others, but the thought itself still managed to wreak havoc on his conscience.

A defeated sigh escaped him. "I'm gonna be honest I'm not sure what you mean. This is Jedha"— he extended his arms pointing all around himself. "Or what remains of it, and it hasn't changed much in quite a while now." His words came out a lot harsher than he intended, not realising in the slightest he just announced the attempted destruction of a planet to someone who clearly had a sentimental bond to the place.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Puzzled by the response - his eyes wander hopelessly upon the destruction. There was no smoke nor anything which would indicate a recent struggle. No fires, no sounds of war, no cries for help; nothing. Only sounds of the frigid wind passing through piles of rubble and the scorched sands of a distant time...

This cannot be!
Thunger roars in pain.
NiJedha...
Raspy voice fading back to a whisper while gripping the ground beneath him to sort through rubble buried beneath the first layer. He continues..
Sickened with denial he turns his head back towards the young knight's direction.
Where are we?

It was almost as if he did not hear a word of what was said. Absolutely refusing to believe that this sacred city had been destroyed.

 

[Ashen Kade]

Counselling wasn't something he expected to do when he set out to explore the ruins, nor was he ever any good at it. He often struggled with his own emotions, never mind trying to navigate through someone else's. "We're near where the Holy City once was." He clarified, his tone softer than before, almost lamenting. The destruction of Jedha City didn't affect him much considering it happened more than a century before he was even born but he could empathise with what the man was feeling."I'm sorry."

Ashen felt the man's pain and internal suffering all at once. Witnessing it was difficult, but the young Jedi didn't know how he could help. He wasn't even quite sure how anyone could be surprised about the state Jedha was in. It wasn't exactly recent history anymore.

There wasn't much else he knew to say at the moment. It was probably best for him to stay silent for now unless the man had more questions with gut-wrenching answers, not wanting to upset the man even more. He's clearly been through enough without even considering his not-so-climate-friendly attire.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Scavenging through the ruins in despair without words. The wind continues to spin the remains of broken dreams on the ground and occasionally dance in the air when a strong enough gust passes through. No words can describe the realization of what has happened. The shock is overwhelming. Nothing other than his haunting visions could have hinted what he was to experience here now. Memories of this holy city are not so distant in his mind. The now scorched moon reassures his feeling that everyone he once knew are gone. The cold winds striking his back are completely unnoticed despite causing skin irritation.

Still confused by the timing of the occurrence..
''Are we the only survivors?''
The dreadful silence is broken. Oblivious to the amount of time which has passed, Thunger desperately pleads for any remaining life in these ruins to be saved in his place.

@Scrumppe

 

[Ashen Kade]

Ashen remained confused as he observed the man frantically searching through the ruins. He couldn't help but feel pity for him. Not wanting to interfere, he stood by silently reaching for his small leather pouch to grab some food and energy capsules, along with a small flask of water that he carried with him. Whoever this person was, he was sure to be famished and parched by now.

Then the silence was broken. What did he mean "the only survivors?" Of course, he knew what the man meant but it didn't make much sense to him. Well, he was sure there were other inhabitants on the planet, some may be looking to rebuild what was lost, but that was not Ashen's area of expertise and he couldn't point him to them if he wanted to. "Well, I only know of Jedha's destruction through history holobooks. So I'm definitely not a survivor." His tone was almost humorous, noticing it may not be the right time for jokes as he spoke.

Approaching the man, the young knight extended his hand with the capsules in it. It wasn't much but at least it would keep him going for a little longer. "Take these, you'll need your strength back" He didn't clarify why but it seemed obvious enough. It would be a long way to any civilisation from here.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

Through history holobooks? This man speaks as if this destruction occurred centuries ago.. causing further confusion.
Reality begins to set in for Thunger. This slaughtering was far from recent - he takes notice of nature's efforts to bury and grow over the piles of the remains of NiJedha.
Gracefully accepting the young man's offering - he pours the water down his neck, triggering a slight gag reflex. Dehydration is an understatement at this moment and Thunger was eager to cure it. He struggles to consume the capsules and uses the water to assist in swallowing. It was hardly a meal, though he could not finish, despite sincere efforts. It has been a long time since any nourishment entered his system. The small bits that he managed to consume did not stay down well, losing at least half of it on the ground beneath him during a short lived vomit session. Still on the ground, he turns his head in hopes the man did not see.
It is clear that he will need medical treatment as it is unlikely that such small portions can keep him going. He may even require intravenous nourishment shall he not perish before reaching healers or a medical facility. Thunger makes an attempt to hide the severity of his situation from the young knight as he struggles back to his feet.

It takes every ounce of his training to bury his emotion. He tries but even a padawan could see through him at the moment. Gathering that the gracious knight has a sense of humor, Thunger struggles to find his own. He fails to find any words - still gazing around as the pains of reality further settle.

Another silence....

Countless question fill Thunger's mind. Though, the energy to produce more words just aren't there...
When did this happen? Why did this happen? Who ordered such a vicious strike? What could possibly cause this destruction of NiJedha? The Hutts were not sophisticated enough and the Dark Jedi certainly did not possess such power - Thunger's thoughts scatter through his mind in an unwilling silence.

His will to go on is lacking; however, the younger Jedi had already made incredible efforts to save him. The older Jedi hates the thought of the young man's efforts going in vain. Perhaps if he is saved, the young knight could be recognized by the council or rewarded for his efforts. Certainly not from himself, as he has nothing to give outside of gratitude. Though, the thought of something positive happening for the young man is enough for Thunger to continue. Once again, not at all caring about himself.
The brunt of his weight is again pressed on the knight's shoulder as his body faces the direction of presumed exit of the poorly illuminated passageway.

 

[Ashen Kade]

The way out wasn't far now. Ashen watched as the man chugged the water down, turning away slightly to grab his EZPhone from his pouch. It has been a fair while since he left his ship behind at some rundown spaceport near a small settlement and he wanted to check if the tracker— or the ship for that matter was still intact. He felt optimistic about it though. The old lady at the hangar seemed nice and trustworthy enough and he wasn't the kind of person to worry much about anything. Like he hoped, the ship seemed to still be where he left it, or at least the tracker was.

As he looked through his dataphone, Ashen completely missed the man throwing the "food" back up. The device now back in his pouch, he turned around reaching over as the man approached to take the brunt of his weight on his shoulder once again. He held up his still-humming lightsaber, illuminating the path ahead. The two men hobbled through the passageway, their footsteps echoing through the silence. "You haven't told me your name." he noted. "I'm Ashen." A soft smile rested on his face. His tone was direct but soft; he never felt the need to sugarcoat things and so he didn't. But the man still puzzled him and he couldn't think of the right words to express his thoughts.

Before long, they would discover their path to the outside, feeling the chilly winds of Jedha blowing through the tunnels and the rays of the sun shining down upon them as they reached the exit. Ashen paused for a moment to get his bearings before turning to the man. "It's gonna be a lengthy walk to the village from here. You think you're up for it? We can get you uh... something better to wear." He grinned, slightly amused by the thought as he deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his belt.

@Iorthunger

 

[Iorthunger Broadspear]

The older knight, or once Jedi knight - does not know what his rank is within the order anymore - follows the illuminated path of the helping hand's Jedi tool. How does he introduce himself? Is the council angry that he was unable to save Jeda City? Of course, unrealistic thoughts, though, nonetheless they are thoughts which enter the mind of this overly emotional overthinker. Thunger watches as the unfamiliar technology is used before his eyes, taking notice that it is a piece of equipment he has not seen before. It does not cause any further troubling to his mind as the walk continues, before another break in the silence.

It is a strain on his limited energy reserves to form words. He tries to communicate in his once again faint voice. Terrors of the destruction around the pair twist the pains in his heart with every step. Words do not come easy. There is even hesitation to reveal that he is affiliated with the Jedi for there is is doubt if it would even be believable, given his weakened state. And.. Who knows how much time has really passed since his last contact with his brothers and sisters of the Order.....

He reveals only his full name. If he were to perish before making it back, he hopes that his identity could be relayed back to the Order, regardless of not disclosing his history with the Jedi.

Iorthunger Daeburn Broadspear
...
......
.... Just 'Thunger' will do.

Thunger does not believe he had achieved much significance within the Order. Despite helping train a handful of Padawans to Knights and nearly achieving the rank of Master before his first exile. He doubts that his name will set off any bells. Though, it is of course possible.

Stumbling along the path with Ashen - Thunger makes an odd request.

Shall the life drain from me before this journey end-- take not the blame. I only ask that you deliver my name to your Order.
...
Tell them I am grateful.

Foot steps of heartache continue through the devastating scenes. Thunger shows no care of the comment on his apparel; or, lack-there-of. He senses a positive light within the Force surrounding Ashen. Fully trusting in the goodness around him, regardless of his youth and inexperience in comparison to himself. After all, if he is to survive, it will be as a result of the actions of this youngster - That he is now clinging to for stability which enable his slow footsteps.

@Scrumppe