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Chapter Nine:

Individual Journeys

Five Years After Rebirth of the Light


By the blue-tinted glow of his saber, Obi-wan slowly made his way deeper into the mountains' hollow core. The blue dust that had been their constant companion since landing on the strange planet dissipated now, left behind in the archives along with Padme and Solo.

Obi-wan felt as though he was leaving other things behind as well. The further he walked into the cool darkness, the more time fell away. He had no real idea how long he had been walking, and it felt in some strange way as though the Force itself was addling his senses. He felt isolated, detached from everything: his quest to find the Jedi artifacts, his concern for Anakin off on his own mission. Even the past five years and all the changes that had come with them seemed somehow distant and strange to him now.

The Force whispered to him, a soft hush in the back of his mind. It reminded him of other times, of the quiet serenity of the Jedi Temple, when it had been filled with the life and Light of thousands of other Jedi. Even as he tread deeper through the still air of the tunnel, his hands running along the rough-hewn rock walls, Obi-wan was reminded of the Temple gardens, the fountain room filled with lush vegetation.

His youth as a stumbling, uncertain padawan learner. His friends, whom he had not thought of in ages. Siri, taunting him good-naturedly. And Qui-gon. Stern, compassionate, wise Master Qui-gon.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts and sensations that rose up in him. What was happening? Had seeing all the old Jedi artifacts, the remnants of the Order brought these memories of his youth back to him? Be here and now, he silently instructed himself, but still he could feel the tug of the Force, and something else just behind it.

There was a subtle shift in the way the light of his saber bounced off the walls. The tunnel was widening, first enough that two humans could walk side-by-side, then enough for three, then four. Obi-wan quickened his pace as the tunnel before him grew wider and finally opened into a cavern a hundred times the size of the one in which the Jedi artifacts had been stored.

The walls of this one had not been molded as had the other; no lightsaber had carved into the rock to make shelves. Instead, the walls jutted out in places, curved inwards on themselves, creating pockets and massive cliffs. Both the floor and ceiling were strewn with gigantic stalactites and stalagmites, their width greater than that of a starfighter in some places.

The air was thick, moist. Here the underground rivers that Solo had mentioned flowed out of crevices in the rock walls, trickling down the rock formations, and gathered in pools that Obi-wan suspected plunged deeper than he could swim without a breather. The waters shimmered, and when Obi-wan raised his saber, casting light across a short distance of the massive cavern, he discovered why.

Crystals. Shimmering blue and green, purple, clear and even red. They grew in bursts along the base of the rock formations, in clumps along the riverbeds, sprung from the walls and the ceilings and all singing with the glorious power of the Force. Not since his journey with Anakin to Ilum some seven years ago had Obi-wan seen so many crystals, and the destruction of that ice cavern by the Separatists had ensured future Jedi would have to suffice with the lightsaber crystals they had until a new source could be found.

And here it was. Here, on this unnamed, unimportant, forgotten planet near the Unknown Regions were the tools to rebuild the Jedi Order. Lightsaber crystals, enough to arm another ten thousand Force warriors. Holocons with the teachings of ancient masters on them, records of Jedi past, training devices, everything.

All of it, here.

"How?" he murmured to himself.

"The Force," replied a familiar voice Obi-wan had not heard in years, "works in mysterious ways."

His heart in his throat, Obi-wan spun to face the deep shadows to his right.

As he watched, startled and awed, the light from the crystals penetrated the darkness and began to spin and dance. The flickering swirl resolved itself into a large shape. Tiny particles joined in, reminiscent of the blue dust, adding details so that the shape developed into the form of a human, then a man, and finally into familiar features.

With sure steps, the man detached himself from the cavern shadows and approached Obi-wan. His smile was broad, his eyes shining in a way that brought back a thousand memories. Everything about him looked the same, the fall of his Jedi robes, the length of his graying hair, even the lightsaber clipped to the utility belt, both now entirely unnecessary.

"You see me as you remember me best," Qui-gon Jinn informed his former padawan. The glowing specter spread his arms and glanced down at himself, then looked back at the gaping Jedi Master with a teasing grin. "I suppose some of your earlier memories of me, when we were both a bit younger, would be somewhat harder to recall."

"M-Master Qui-gon?!" It was all Obi-wan was able to force out.

He felt like he was free-floating, as if the cavern and the planet and everything had been sucked away and left him hanging in space. He gasped, filling his lungs, amazed to still find himself planet-side and firmly fixed to the ground.

Both Anakin and Master Yoda had confirmed that Qui-gon had found a way to retain his form within the Force, to temporarily avoid becoming one with it, but to actually see his old master, to hear his voice again, was something entirely different. A million memories came rushing back to him, feelings and thoughts that had not been his since he was little more than a youngling. More than that: the years that stretched between then and now. His master's death and funeral service, all the times during Anakin's training Obi-wan had wished he had his own master to turn to for wisdom and advice. The fall of the Order, how sure he was that Qui-gon would have been disappointed in him, in his failure to be all that the Chosen One needed of him. Anakin's words as Vader, accusing Obi-wan of having cared for him only because he had promised Qui-gon, and how that had broken Kenobi, destroyed his hope in his brother. Anakin's return from the Darkness with the birth of his twins, when for a moment, Obi-wan had thought he felt Qui-gon's warm presence.

And now here he was. Not some distant memory or spectral sense of comfort. The man who had practically raised him, trained him, given him purpose and a belief in himself was here.

And he had no words. All the things any other time he might have thought he'd say – I've missed you; how could you leave me like that; I'm sorry for having failed you – seemed inconsequential in the face of what Qui-gon had achieved. Now he knew why memories and sensations from his youth had come flooding back to him as he entered the cavern. They were revived through the close presence of his master, through the phantom-limb that was what was left of their bond.

Qui-gon, for his part, didn't seem the least bit in awe of the moment. He simply chuckled, in the same way he always had, and stepped closer to his former charge.

"Well, Obi-wan? I see you and Anakin are closer than ever; he had that exact look on his face when we last spoke. The two of you do quite the fish impression."

"I-I…" Obi-wan took a deep breath, blew it out. Absentmindedly, his hands tugged at the bottom of his tunic, straightening it. Standing here fresh-faced after shaving and having left his Jedi cloak on the Falcon, he felt very much the young and inexperienced padawan learner again. "Master, I can't believe you're here."

That was not exactly the welcome he had been intending, and Obi-wan felt his face flush.

Qui-gon only chuckled. "It's alright, Obi-wan." He moved to sit on the edge of one of the rock formations that was not covered in the tirade of crystals. "I knew you would find my presence something of a shock. It's why I appeared to Anakin first, so you might have time to absorb and rationalize it." He grinned in a way that reminded the living Jedi of other times his master had done something a younger Kenobi found confusing. "You never did learn to feel, rather than merely think."

Obi-wan swallowed, feeling more grounded now that the overall shock had worn off. He glanced around for a place to sit and found a slight ledge just across from Qui-gon. Always keeping one eye on his old mentor, he moved towards it and took a seat. "Some lessons are harder to learn than others."

"And some are not meant to be learned at all." Qui-gon countered.

Obi-wan frowned at that. "Master?"

"No longer, Obi-wan. You are a Jedi Master in your own right. You should address me as such." He waited for Obi-wan to give a reluctant nod before continuing. "And a fine Jedi you are. One of the greatest the Order has ever known. I am quite proud of you."

Even as his heart swelled at the words, Obi-wan felt something inside him clench painfully.

"You shouldn't be." He was suddenly unable to look the specter in the eyes. "You left Anakin in my care. He was my responsibility."

"And you two did well together. Far better than I could ever have hoped."

"You must be joking!" Obi-wan did look up then, startled out of his shame. His conversation with Anakin some weeks ago had led Kenobi to believe their old master had been watching over them this whole time. Surely if that was the case, Qui-gon knew about what had become of the Order, the part both of them had played in its downfall, and the rise of the Sith. It seemed completely irrational that Qui-gon could still be proud of either of them given the circumstances.

As if sensing his former padawan's thoughts, Qui-gon offered a reassuring smile. "Would you have me lecture you about your choices and actions as though you were still my student? Any failings on your part were of the human nature, Obi-wan."

"And perhaps that is the problem," Kenobi stood, feeling frustrated and embarrassed about being frustrated, when his master was right: Obi-wan was a Jedi Master and not some youngling to be reprimanded. "I allowed my feelings for Anakin to blind me to what he was becoming. Had I been a better master to him, if I had relied more on your teachings – "

"Then you would not be where you are now," Qui-gon interrupted with a small flash of his infamous temper. He too rose, and cross his arms over his translucent chest. "Much of what happened was the will of the Force, Obi-wan. In what particular manner do you believe you are the more to blame?"

"There is much I would change." He glanced away. "With Anakin."

"You would not have trained him?"

"Of course I would have! But I would have been more patient, more understanding." More like you. The words went unspoken, but there was a silent acknowledgement there. "And I would have been more open with him."

"Regrets such as these are normal where any student is concerned, Obi-wan. Do you think I don't have them?" The specter only smiled when Kenobi swerved to look at him. It had never crossed Obi-wan's mind that Qui-gon might have regrets in the manner in which he had trained his youngest apprentice. Once they had joined together as master and padawan, rarely was there a time Obi-wan did not remember feeling strengthened by the words and teachings of the other. But then, their time as teacher and student had been easier than his and Anakin's.

"He thought I only trained him because of my promise to you. Anakin believed I was somehow envious of his power, and resentful of his presence."

"And were you?"

"Of course not! Anakin grew to mean everything to me!" Obi-wan snapped back, surprising them both by how hurt and angry he was at the mere suggestion. "It was difficult at first, yes. But in time, I could not imagine my life without him. I still cannot."

"Then I hardly see what the problem is; why you blame yourself for what happened. You loved the boy, and in the end, that love has proved to be his salvation. Anakin fulfilled his destiny. I would have thought after all these years you would have already grasped the significance of the events occurring around you. Through you and young Skywalker, the Force has been balanced."

"It cost us the Order."

Qui-gon waved a dismissive hand. "The Jedi had come to a point when they served not the Force, but the Code. They had lost sight of what mattered, of what it truly meant to serve both the will of the Force and the people of this galaxy. Together, you and Anakin have cleansed yourselves of the old ways, and forged a new and brighter concept of what it means to be Jedi. The Order, the galaxy, will be better for it. You are better for it."

When Obi-wan remained silent, uncertain, Qui-gon moved closer and placed a reassuring hand on the other's shoulder.

"Are you not happy?"

"I-" For the second time, Obi-wan found himself dumbfounded in the presence of his master, his earlier frustration vanishing in his confusion . "Yes, I am happy. But I don't understand what that has to do with any of it. A Jedi lives to serve." He frowned, disturbed. "And in these last few years, I have only been serving myself. I have stayed with Anakin, rather than joining the fight against the Empire or the search for surviving Jedi, because I could not bear the thought of doing either without him. Was I wrong?"

"No," the older Jedi smiled in that knowing way. "And do you know why? Because it is your love for Anakin, and for his family, that has allowed you to become more than you were. Had you not taken Anakin as your apprentice, if you had not broken the rule of no attachment by forming so strong a bond with him, you would not have become the great Jedi that you are." His hand firmly on the other's shoulder, Qui-gon leaned in and stared intensely into Obi-wan's eyes. "Obi-wan, who do the Jedi serve?"

"The will of the Force."

"And?"

Though a moment ago he had been feeling foolish and uncertain, that faded away. Obi-wan felt stronger somehow. He returned Qui-gon's stare. "And the people of the galaxy."

"Correct. And to do that, we must understand that we are not above them. We are not separate from them. The Jedi of the new order cannot be cold and aloof, without attachment. You cannot rationalize everything, my still-very-young apprentice. You must remember to feel. Now, you love as they love. You fear the loss of Anakin and Padme, of the twins and especially of Sabe, in the same way others in this galaxy fear the loss of their loved ones. But you do not live by that fear, do not try and control the outcome, so there is no danger in it." The older Jedi smiled now, pulling back. "You have given yourself over to the Force, as Anakin will in time, with the understanding that it is your love for one another that makes the Force and everything else in this galaxy possible."

Obi-wan nodded, feeling the truth behind the words, feeling his certainty return a thousand times over. His fears of having disappointed his master, of having failed in his duties as both loyal apprentice to Qui-gon and mentor to Anakin faded away. They had made mistakes, all of them. But they had learned from them, and become something more than they might not otherwise have been. The Force truly did work in mysterious ways.

"So you understand now?"

"I think so," he replied. "Except for this," he waved a hand to indicate the humungous cavern in which the crystals glimmered in the dark. "These crystals, and the archives. All of it here."

Qui-gon moved to stand beside one of the rock formations and stared up into the shadows where it connected with the domed ceiling. Whenever he could read there, Obi-wan was unable to decipher. When their eyes met again, the elder Jedi's twinkled with mischievous amusement.

"I have learned many things about the Force since my death. It does not always work as the Order, and especially the Council believed it did. The Jedi are not the only source of good in this galaxy, nor is good always what it appears. We are more shades of gray than anything." In response to Obi-wan's slight frown, he chuckled. "Never mind. A little something for you to meditate on later. For now, simply remember what I said about the change the new order must undergo. It will be up to you."

"Me?"

"You and Anakin. That is why you are here now, and have seen this," Qui-gon nodded at the crystals. "You had to be ready." In the darkness of the cavern, it seemed as though he was slowly fading, the crystals around him glowing brighter as the Jedi Master began to lose form.

"I'm sorry, Qui-gon." Obi-wan moved closer, peering into the shadows at the glimmering specter. "I don't understand."

"You two are to be the architects of the new order. Who better?"

"Master Yoda still lives – "

The reply came as though echoing from across the cavern. Already, details of Qui-gon's face had become to fade. "Together, the two of you have known pain and regret, the temptation of your darker natures, as well as rebirth through love and compassion. The Force has chosen you. The prophecy has served its purpose and cleansed this galaxy. Now you must take from here what you have found, and what you have learned."

Though he knew it was futile, Obi-wan sprang into the darkness after the dimming image, calling for Qui-gon to wait. But the light that had given his old master form broke apart, as though made of some more solid element, and scattered on the cavern floor.

The sudden silence should have filled him with a hollowness. The twinkling light given off by the crystals should have been nothing compared to the dark emptiness left by his master's departure.

But that wasn't the case.

One breath, then another. Obi-wan scanned the darkness with his eyes, not really looking for anything, just feeling. Just feeling the weight of Qui-gon's words, of the knowledge of who and what he as a Jedi and an individual had become in the last five years. More than he had been. More because of how he had allowed himself to feel, to be, and now was to act on what he had learned. To pass it on to others.

He had come to this planet to find the artifacts and the archives, the remnants of the old order. He had come becomes he was a Jedi, and it was his duty. Obi-wan walked out of that cavern and back into the tunnels as more than that, as Jedi, brother, lover and friend. And more.


"Strike Ten, you got a Tie on your tail. I'm coming in."

"You better watch your own tail, Three."

"Nobody do anything stupid. Leading the Imps toward a hole only sounds like a good idea." Anakin pulled hard on the thruster, sending his X-wing up and over an in-coming Tie fighter so close, he could see the masked face of the pilot inside. He was briefly reminded of the time he had intervened in a star battle between an Imperial Star Destroyer and the rebel medical frigate, but quickly put it out of his mind. Different time, different battle. Different person behind the controls.

There was an explosion off to the left as Tie and X-wing rained down red and green bolts on the enemy. From the fiery mass of ozone and durasteel only a single ship emerged, its pilot allowing only a grim sense of satisfaction as he came away alive.

"Fine shooting, Piett."

"Thank you, Skywalker. By the way, there's a Tie coming up on your right."

As Anakin turned to engage, his wingman came in right over top of him. The advancing Tie, with no shields to protect it from the volley of green bolts, executed a roll and vanished underneath them. There was no time to bother chasing after it; another threat was coming up from behind.

"Looks like we got ourselves some serious pilots here," Tash remarked, even as he took out another Tie before zipping around to provide Sabe's fighter with additional cover. "Think they know we know what they got here?"

"Imps ain't that smart," quipped one of the other pilots.

" 'Ain't' is not a word," Piett replied with a smirk.

"Sorry, Strike Fifteen. Didn't mean anything personal by it."

Tash laughed in comm. "You just don't want to eat it by friendly-fire, Nine."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Anakin grinned at their nervous chatter. The camaraderie had a calming effect. "Don't let them get to you, Piett," he told the other young man.

"I was actually more concerned about – " The comm. was cut off as the other star fighter shuddered as it narrowly missed the blast of another exploding Tie. " – that," Piett finished as he righted his ship and rejoined Anakin.

They had started with some three squadrons, and thanks to the efforts of Strike were now down to just more than two, but still had gained no serious ground toward the hulking outline of the project. Through the Force, Anakin could sense that they hadn't lost any more of their number, despite the intense fighting and numerous explosions.

But they still had to take out what he now thought of as quite the technological terror. It was hard to imagine Palpatine had been capable of creating such a monstrosity, its purpose nothing more than complete destruction of entire planets. Another of his dark master's duplicities, one among so many that Anakin had been willingly blind to.

He pushed aside the pang of guilt, the possibility that he might ever have condoned the construction of such a thing, and refocused his attention on the consol of his fighter. He was closer to the station that any of the others, and there were no Ties presently engaging him. Anakin could reverse and reengage in the battle, or push onwards to complete the mission. The station loomed before him.

Their instructions were to destroy the station, along with the Imperials' project.

Anakin suddenly had another idea.

"Artoo, power down the lasers, Put everything into the shields." The little screen in front of him rolled out the droid's responding affirmative, and Anakin made the necessary adjustments inside the cockpit before turning the nose of his fighter towards the station.

As he neared it, the project began to loom over him, as large as a moon and haunting with all its innards showing. Scaffolding stretched out into the emptiness of space, cables hung like limp intestines inside some eviscerated beast.

It was the presence of the Darkside that was the worst aspect, however. It sent shivers up his spine, and Artoo gave a low whimper. Shadows that were naturally found in space seemed to take on an unnatural eeriness to them, hinting of the intentions of this structure once it was completed.

But it never would be, Anakin vowed. It would be neither completed nor used so long as there was some champion of the Light alive to fight against the influence of the Darkness.

"Strike Sixteen, what's your position?"

Anakin jumped at the sound of Sabe's voice in his ear, a shock after the haunting silence of the project. "I'm going in."

"In?"

"You and the Strikes have got those Ties under control. I'm going to take the station."

"What?" Sabe paused, "The whole station?"

"That sounded more arrogant than I meant it to," Anakin amended. "Look, we can't just blow it to space-dust. What if this isn't the only station like this, the only project Palpatine was working on? The commander of the station might know something, the data archives might be of some use. Either way, we need to get in there. You work on destroying the project. I'm going in."

"Like hell you are!" Sabe replied, and in an instant, Anakin saw her fighter break away from the tangle of battle and make for him. "At least not alone." He heard her switch over to the squadron channel and give orders to Tash to take the lead. With a bright burst of her thrusters, she came up in moments on his left side. "You got a plan?"

"Trust in the Force."

He expected her to hesitate, to demand something more of him or offer a plan of her own. But Sabe had spent years in the company of Jedi. The Force had become as much a part of her life as it was his. Anakin felt no hesitation from her, own grim determination.

With the Ties fully engaged with Strike squadron, and the station never having been equipped with shields or weaponry – the only ones who knew it existed were its allies, making either unnecessary – the two found it easy to slip past the monstrous shell and speed toward the station. The docking bay from which the Ties had come offered the perfect point of entry.

With a move familiar from his and Obi-wan's years in the Clone Wars, Anakin skid his landing gear over the pad as he came in, flipped open the cockpit and flew out in a flash of orange jumpsuit and blue blade. Senses on full alert, he scanned the hanger, but there were no life forms in the vicinity, no danger that he could detect. Everything was quiet: no alarms, no men running about, no droids or ships powering up in response to the rebels' presence.

Sabe's ship glided in a moment later and set down next to his. The cockpit top barely popped open before the young woman slung herself out and down the side to join him on the hanger floor. With a flick of her wrist, Sabe had removed her helmet and whipped out her blaster.

"Danger?"

"Don't sense any."

"The Tie pilots couldn't be the only ones here. Engineers and officers are probably farther inside."

"And stormtroopers too. Stick close." Anakin took a second to strip off his helmet and jump suit, not wanting either to get in his way should they – when they – encountered trouble. "We get Artoo down, he'll access the station systems for us, give us a map of where the command center's to be found."

"No need," Sabe replied, and started jogging off through the hanger. "This way!"

"Hey!" Anakin called, running after her. He allowed himself a sigh in mingled exasperation and amusement, then locked down on his emotions and charged after the agent.


His hands flying over the controls, Luke swung the Falcon around to engage another group of Tie fighters headed their way. So far, they had taken out nearly an entire squadron on their own, with barely a scratch on the old cargo ship. Luke hardly glanced at the consol as he flipped switches, hit buttons and checked the systems printout on the glowing data screen. The Ties came in closer, and the Force whispered.

"Now!"

Leia slammed her hand down on a series of buttons that Luke had pointed out to her earlier. The air in front of them sizzled with green laser bolts, but she didn't get the satisfaction of watching the fiery explosion that followed. Luke pulled back on the throttle and the Falcon shot back up and over, performing a perfect roll before turning right-side up and heading at full speed in the reverse direction.

"How many more?" She asked her twin, not really understanding anything the ship's systems were trying to tell her.

"More than we can take care of," Her brother replied grimly, staring out the viewport.

Below them, the land swarmed with troopers and Imperial walkers. Battle droids left over from the Clone Wars were also present, striking at the mountain side in which the Blue Dust clan made their home. And somewhere within those mountains were their mother and uncle.

Another squadron of Ties were coming down on them. Some veered off to scorch the terrain, taking out both enemy and Imperial troops at the same time; the remainder headed straight for the one ship that had risen up against them. Leia reached again for the controls, swerving the big guns mounted on top of the ship back around to aim at the incoming fighters.

As she randomly pushed buttons, Luke focused on keeping them in the air. His crash course in flying from Han, combined with the Force and a Skywalker's natural flying ability made him a challenge for any enemy fighter. His father had told stories at bedtime about when he had been young and a podracer on Tatootine. A part of Luke had been thrilled with the idea of speed and danger, manipulating controls and using the Force to propel the pilot into incredible feats. The other part, the one deeply in tuned to the Force could sense the terrible implications of one mistake, however small, and was aware of how much was riding on each race. Now, as a pilot in his own dangerous situation, Luke didn't give a moment's thought to how exhilarating any of this could be.

Wreckage rained down around them as Leia's efforts destroyed a number of the income Ties. The survivors fired back, but unlike the Imperials, the Falcon was equipped with strong shields.

"Good work."

Leia turned to respond to her brother's praise, and was able to grab the controls at just the last second, as a Tie came flying from below them on the left. The Falcon swerved hard to the right and the Imperial shot up into the sky, having missed his intended target. They had only a second to breathe before he and the others would be on them again.

"Thanks," Luke beamed.

Leia poked him in the ribs. "Any time, little brother."

He rolled his eyes. "Gimme the controls again. I got an idea."

With a deftness that spoke of an experienced pilot, Luke swung the Falcon away from the battle and headed for the mountain ranges. It dipped lower into the atmosphere, the Ties following close behind. A moment later, Luke killed the engines and they dropped.

Leia screamed and clung to the massive co-pilot's chair. The Ties fell in an arch after them.

Hands racing, Luke flipped one toggle, then another, and suddenly they were level again, racing through the mountain passages. The ship turned on her side, speeding between two peaks. The Ties that had been following too close behind smashed into the sides.

Another pair were coming in to take their place.

"Shot 'em, Leia! Shot 'em!"

The little girl wrenched her fingers off the armrests and started on the guns again. Blaster bolts shot from the Ties and smuggling vessel, some smashing against shields, other exploding in bright bursts along the rocky ledges of the mountains. All the while, Luke kept them airborne, sliding in between peaks, twisting and turning as the Force willed him.

"Hold on!" he warned as one of the Ties, its engines destroyed by Leia's fire, bounced off the rock wall and collided with them. The entire ship wailed as the fighter scraped across the top, taking one of the guns with it. The Falcon wobbled, but righted again as the Tie careened off the edge and into the ravine below.

The last enemy fighter on their tail exploded behind them, and the Falcon bust out of the mountain range with a victorious whine.

Luke was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the cockpit filled with a mighty roar. Huge, hairy paws lifted him up out of the pilot's seat and shook him till his teeth rattled.

With the cub stashed under his arm, Chewie forced his large frame into the seat usually reserved for Han and took the controls. He was howling something about reckless and foolhardy humans, but Luke couldn't quite make it out over the whine of more Ties approaching.

From the co-pilot's seat, his twin shook her head at him.

"You're really in trouble now."


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Caslia