Chapter 12

I was back in my room and sitting at my desk. It was nighttime right now and I had just recently eaten dinner with everybody. It was a nice dinner, but the food came out being a little bit too sour for my liking.

I was tinkering with my false arm, luckily the arm was created with good materials. Meaning that I would not have to worry for a while about getting spare parts, if worse came to worse than I would just have to make them myself.

Right when I was done and placing everything back into my satchel that pink haired maid came in. Ram…she was the twin sister that was able to control her emotions very well while the blue haired one had her anger pouring out of her without restraint.

She stared at me; her hair covered half of her face, but I could still feel her glaring at me.

"Yo"

She ignored me as she walked over to my desk and dropped two massive textbooks. The thud of the textbooks echoed throughout the whole room, even causing me to quickly grab onto my lantern so it would not break.

"Well…that happened." I moaned

"Shut up…how much do you know?"

How much do I know? Maybe she was asking if I knew how to read and write, back in the galaxy I had no issue learning different languages and learning how to write certain words for different cultures.

Revan…he always made me study when I became his apprentice. Not when we were Sith, around the time when he taken me under his wing and trained me as his apprentice during the Mandalorian Wars.

Back then he was an actual master. Teaching me ways to use the force, new ways of lightsaber combat, and he seemed to care about me.

Ataru and Soresu, he even taught me the way of controlling force lightning. Most of the other stuff I learned by researching through the holocrons and ancient text that was discovered in the unknown regions.

I was even able to teach myself how to get the force lightning to circulate through my lightsaber, that was how with one slash with my lightsaber, it would work as a chain reaction through my enemies.

Controlling lightning through my body, even Revan spoke highly of me. Maybe that was another reason why I stuck with Revan…because to me he felt like he cared about me, teaching me new things…helping me understand the force in new ways.

Though now I know that was a lie…all those ancient text and holocrons, were knowledge that belonged to the Sith. I was nothing more to Revan than a weapon…and I was good at it.

"No matter what…you will always be my slave."

My fist slammed against the wood causing me to get back to my senses. "Relax…it's okay that you don't understand how to read and write." She said with a very sarcastic tone

I grunted. "Can you just explain to me about Revan...I want to know what he has done that caused people to fear him."

She stared at me, maybe it was because I spoke of Revan so freely. But there was something else hidden, not anger or fear.

Her tone and voice…the way she acted. I could feel it through the force, most Jedi cruise for the surface feelings in others.

They do not search for what lies below…they do not look deeper.

Under the annoyance, and the sarcasm. There was something hidden…maybe fear, sadness, or maybe…regret?

"The Masked Man is something that many people don't speak about very freely."

"I understand that, but I still need to know." I said

She sat down on the bed as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her delicate and thin fingers pushing through her hair gave me a look at her pink eye.

"I will only explain a little bit, to be fair there is very little that anybody truly knows about him."

"Thanks." I quickly replied as I turned my chair to face her

An Hour Later

The sun is gone now, it vanished outside my window. Even the light from the candlestick had been blown out, but I was still awake.

I was still thinking about the day that I had and what I had just learned. An election, Revan, and an ancient prophecy.

My time with Ram was short but I did learn a lot of new and interesting stuff. We talked about Revan first and what he did to the country to be infamous, and she taught me some basic stuff about the writing.

I was luckily able to convince her that I was a part of the outskirts of Luginca. That my village was destroyed by Revan years ago and how I held resentment towards him.

That is the story that I am going to be going by right now.

Maybe for the rest of my life…I am no longer Isaac, the boy that served in both the Mandalorian and Jedi Civil War.

I am Isaac…a boy born North of this country, in a poor village. Luckily, Ram did not ask any questions about my upbringing or anything, because I would have bombed any of the questions she would have asked me.

But now I am here, just laying down on this comfy bed trying to sleep.

"Revan…"

The word came from me, but it held weight. He will always have ahold of me, no matter how far I run, no matter where I hide.

He will come and find me. Ram told me about what he did, how he descended onto this world and made a pact with the witch.

How he manipulated senators, elders, and citizens to work for him. He inspired others to do truly terrible things, he insisted violence…and helped lay the groundwork for the cult of the witch.

How he chose certain people…as disciples. He trained these disciples in an unknown and powerful magic, one of these users were able to face a member of the Astraea family.

How Revan fought the dragon…how they were both in a stalemate for five days and five nights as both tried to get the upper hand on the other.

How when Revan and his disciples broke the dragon…they let him live. As a reminder of placing your hope in a simple being to protect you.

How Revan slayed the king…and all his relatives. That is why Revan and the witch's true names must never be spoken.

Because of all the things Revan had done…is comparable to being worst of the witch. Maybe before in my old world, when I was fully consumed by both darkness and the Sith teachings.

Maybe…just maybe I held a chance of defeating Revan. But this one, I do not know how many years it has been, this nation's history is still unfamiliar to me.

But Revan now is completely different than before. At least when I fully surrendered to the darkness and embraced the Sith teachings, at least I had a chance to win!

Now though…Revan is something else, a different beast that was able to slaughter the whole royal family. He even spared the dragon so he would become a symbol of despair.

Ram even talked about the weapon Revan wielded.

The Sword of Fire…one of the only weapons created that could contend with the dragon sword. A crimson red blade that broke through the twilight and inspired the witch's followers.

In other words…Revan's lightsaber. From the way it sounded, Ram told me how the witch's followers have disappeared recently.

Even Revan has stopped with his antics, due to his involvement with the assassinations of the Royal family it led to the new election. And the defeat of the dragon from the disciples and Revan…has only made people lose faith in the beast.

Now as my eyes slowly close, and the sleep begins to take me. I can still see you, your long black cloak flowing in the breeze as the stench of fire clouds my eye.

Your red and black mask that you stole from a Mandalorian…is all I can see as the darkness overtakes you.

I woke with a bang as my whole body shot up, the sweat beginning to form across my body as I rested my hand along my chest.

My breathing was ragged, and I had the urge to throw up as I dropped my limp legs over the side of the bed. A panic attack, no it had to be a night terror.

The smell of the fires of Duros III burning, god that really set me off. I rested my palm on my forehead as I tried to control my breathing.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to the side of me, and I could see two figures through the darkness. "Rem…Ram?" I replied through the darkness as my voice was shaky

"You were screaming, are you okay?" they asked

The pair did not look mad or scared. I could feel the worry come off from them, I was even more shocked to realize that Rem did not want to massacre me anymore.

I tried to force a chuckle but all that came out was a raspy cough. "I'm sorry but I just had a pretty bad nightmare…memories never really go away."

They both nodded to me as they both softly closed the door. I knew with the click of the knob that they were gone but I still felt like an ass for waking the pair up…and who knows maybe the rest of the mansion.

I stayed up the whole night after that, fighting the urge to sleep and to embarrass myself from waking up from a nightmare.

Back in my old world that doctor that checked me out wanted me to go on some meds or see some more professional help.

Due to me being on the run from the Sith and Jedi, this was a bad idea that could of have gotten me caught so the next morning I ran away on the next shuttle.

I could still remember the stink and crazy number of people coming to the doctor's office. The numerous humans and aliens gathered there; people have been running for years. Displaced by both wars due to Malak and Revan's crusade against the Jedi.

PTSD and Night terrors…the panic attacks were not appearing then. Looking back on it now I should of have found a way to get treated, but I was afraid of Revan catching up to me.

I heard stories of troopers vanishing from the ranks and deserting the Sith Empire. Revan would send assignation units or his very own personal dark Jedi assassins to either recover or kill these deserters.

When I was not slaying Jedi or participating in battles, this was another duty of mine. But after that Jedi came…after I met her, nothing was the same.

All those feelings that I used to kill or distract Jedi. With her they all began to pour out of me, and I could not control them anymore…guilt, rage, impatience, cowardice…they all made me realize what I was.

I tossed the blanket off me as I opened the door of my room. I stuck my hands into my jackets pocket due to the chill that has been developing lately.

Maybe just walking around the estate would be able to get my mind off everything. So that is what I did until the lights of the sun began to crack through the many windows of Roswell's extravagant mansion.

Somehow, I ended up in the dining room, another reminder that I had no real clue about where I was going in this place. The dining room was right next to the kitchen, during my times in the Mandalorian Wars all we had most of the time were rations.

Quality of the food began to increase as the war progressed as the republic realized that we had a fighting chance against the Mandalorian threat.

That was around the time I began cooking for Desaryna and Ran. I cooked before during my time in the academy, mostly because I hated the food that they served. But also, it made me feel nice that Ran and Desaryna also enjoyed eating my food.

I entered the door of the kitchen, the wood creaking as the yellow light from the sun gleamed onto the rack of kitchen knives. It was like any average kitchen.

A massive table was decorated in the middle of the room for cutting any variety of meats, drawers holding spices and sauces were located along the wall, and the freezer room was grafted into the wooden wall.

Maybe due to screaming so loudly last night…maybe I could make them breakfast. I knew that they probably did not like me but maybe I could cook for them.

They must of have been squashed with all the work they had to be doing all around the mansion. So maybe just this once I could take the load off them.

I opened the freezer as I ran my fingers along the carcass of a pig. I brought it out as I grabbed one of the thin kitchen knives, my mechanical hand began cutting the meat as my left hand held it steady.

I eventually had multiple pink strips of bacon. It took me a couple tries from opening the drawers to locate the pot that I was looking for, it took a little longer due to me trying to start a fire. It was not like any normal oven…you had to use flint and a rock to strike up a flame.

It took a couple of tries but I was able to create a nice and steady flame. That was when I went into what I thought was the pantry and broke numerous eggs over the oven.

Maybe ten to fifteen minutes later, it was all done. That was also around the time where I heard the door open.

"Emilia?"

She was lightly rubbing her eyes as she stared at me, her white hair was disheveled, and she was still wearing her nightgown.

"Isaac…what are you doing up so early?" she asked

"I couldn't sleep."

She looked down at her bare feet and I saw a faint blush began to form.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to appear like this…I honestly thought that nobody was up this early in the morning!"

"Hey, it's cool…if you want breakfast, I already made."

She did not say anything as she instead left the kitchen and went into the dining room. I peeked out the door and all I saw was her staring at the table, the red tint still on her face.

Maybe she has an issue when people look at her like that. So unprepared and troublesome, I could understand that. She was supposed to be a queen…I meant king, that would mean that she had to create an appearance.

I created two plates for us. I opened the door using my foot and set the plates down, one for her and one for me.

We began eating, it was kind of hard to talk to Emilia. Maybe my vison of her has slightly changed knowing what she represented, my vision of myself has also changed.

The prophecy…Outcast that woman called me.

Before when I was in the academy on Dantooine, I thought that I was just a normal Jedi. During my time with the Sith…I was nothing more than a slave, that served my master.

Now…I do not even know myself anymore.

Puck warned me to not tell anyone about what I could be, from the way it sounded I could be the savior or the villain of this new world.

Now the question was…what was the next step?

Do I leave the estate and travel the world in hopes of understanding the prophecy and my situation better?

Do I stay here and finish my education with Ram, and possibly learn more about this world through Puck or Emilia?

Or maybe…I become her knight. And I protect her, Emilia was something else…I do not know how I've missed it before.

But now I am certain…that she is someone that I wish to protect. Maybe I could help her on this journey, my destiny is unclear and clouded…but hers is not.

Maybe just maybe, I could help her on this goal that she strives for.

"Emilia…can I ask you something?"

She shot up, the egg yolk leaking from the side of her mouth. "Yeah, sure…what do you need."

I was about to open my mouth as I heard multiple footsteps begin to approach the dining room.

"Well hello Isaac and Emilia…why are you both up this early?" Roswell asked

His makeup and his sleeked purple hair perfectly matched his dark black suit.

"I was getting a glass of water because I was thirsty, but Isaac was already here and made breakfast…so I decided to eat early today." She quickly said

He laughed as he went into the kitchen and made himself a plate. "Usually the twins make breakfast, but they are still both asleep, it seems like they had a rough night and I didn't want to wake them."

Oh god…did my screaming really mess them up that bad. Now they have a reason for disliking me.

We ate breakfast in silence, sometimes interrupted by the small talk that Emilia and Roswell would share. Sometimes they would ask me questions, mostly simple stuff about hobbies or friends.

Until Rem and Ram came out. The first thing they did was address Emilia and Roswell…not me, and they both began to profusely apologize.

Saying stuff about how next time they will be better and will not sleep in. There sentences mostly followed constant apologizes and promises to never fail again.

"But who made breakfast…please don't tell me that you strained yourself Lord Roswell." Rem quickly spoke

He shook his head and his eyes locked on me. "No don't worry about it Rem…Isaac made me and Emilia breakfast, he is truly a wonderful cook. Maybe even better than you!" he said as he erupted into laughter

The hairs on my body began to stand up in fear as I felt Rem's anger rise to its boiling point. She is going to kill me, like actually.

The worst part about it was how she still had that blank expression on her face, like it did not faze her at all.

"Well Isaac did mention how he felt uncomfortable not contributing during his stay, so maybe he could help with the cooking in the Mansion."

I turned to Emilia's shoulder to see Puck resting on it with a steady smirk across his face. "Well if that is the case, Rem is always overwhelmed with her duties so I guess it would be amazing for Isaac to cook during his time here." Roswell said

My hand went to my face. Why did Puck do this, of all things he should be able to read Rem's emotions and such.

"You are a better cook than her though so there is no complaint from me." He chuckled

Oh god she is going to kill me. I could feel her anger from across the room, and my body grown stiff when she would take the occasional glances towards me.

One Hour Later

"You look like an idiot!" Rem screamed at me

I grunted as I pushed through the dirt road leading to the town. Turns out I used the last of the eggs and pork, so Ram sent me to fetch some more at the nearest village.

Rem was sent out with me also because I had no idea where I was going. I also could not read the language and understand the currency…so there was no question for her to help me.

Rem was talking about what I was wearing. I had a pair of jeans and work boots on, also a nice long-sleeved shirt due to the chill.

My arm that held my false hand was rolled up to my elbow, I also found a glove to cover the prosthetic. "Listen I know that you don't like it, but it feels uncomfortable having it rolled down. Also, this was the only glove that I could find."

She rolled her eyes at me and quickened her pace. She obviously tried to walk ahead of me, probably because she did not want to be seen with me.

I just grunted and kept on walking. But I had a strange sense of Deja vu as we continued down the dirt road…like I had been here before or something.

Like that strange dream or rather hallucination I had, in that hallucination I was going down the same path.

It felt weird but I offered it no mind, there was no point in dwelling on something like that. When we stopped at the market, Rem pointed to a bench for me to sit at.

"But shouldn't I come with…you know, like help."

"You don't know anything, so just sit there and be quiet." She spoke as she disappeared into the crowd

I followed her orders as I just sat there for a while, I took in the sights and the fresh air. This world was truly a strange place, with its unique architecture and strange power…there magic.

A part of me was kind of happy to be here, back in my old world I was always running. Never staying someplace for too long and just finding any excuse to run away.

Here there was nothing…I could have a new life here. Away from the Jedi, Dark Jedi, and the force…

That was a lie…I could never give up the force. No matter how much I try and no matter what happens to me, it will always aid me when I need it the most.

I think the force watches out for fool such as I.

I got up from the seat and planned on walking around the town. It would not matter anyway if I got lost or anything because the Roswell's estate was so massive that I could see it poking through the trees.

A part of me also wanted to disobey Rem for being so mean. So, I walked around for a little bit, getting some strange glances from the villagers.

Mostly due to one of my eyes permanently sealed shut, and how I was a stranger to their isolated village.

That was when I saw it...or better yet felt it, death.

My body reacted instantly as I moved through the crowd of villagers to the outskirts of the village. The only thing separating the village from the wilderness was the strong wooden fence and strange crystals attached to it.

They gleamed a strange purplish light, but I saw something. A group of children were crouched down as they stared at something.

Death…

I looked down at them and at first glance, it seemed like they were staring at some strange creature. It looked kind of strange.

Death…

I got a closer look and I identified the creature; it was a dog.

Death…

There was blood coming out from one of its hindlegs and it was creating a soft whimper.

"Hi mister…is there something wrong?" the girl asked me

She was very young, well all of them were young. Maybe this was one of their dogs and they just recently found it.

"Is this your dog?" I asked

They both looked at one another. The girl with the red bow raised her hand. "It's my dog, it got hurt…"

The kids all looked depressed, well hell I would be depressed to if I saw a dog bleeding. A part of me wanted to ask why they never got there parents out here to treat the dog.

I picked the dog up very gently, mindful to not cause it any harm. "Relax." I whispered into its ear

I rested my left hand along his hindleg as I closed my eye, its soft black fur was now clotted red. Follow the current, remember a lesson that was once forgotten…

Remember

"Everything in life is connected with the force young Padawan." Master Vrook said to me

His brown robes glistened from the setting sun. His aged face and wrinkles looking disappointed as usual, but now I have gotten used to my master's insults and annoyance.

"Yes master."

He walked over to the injured animal. A Kath hound, a violent beast that was bigger than your average dog.

The horns of the beast stood up, and the hound growled as my master continued walking towards it. Even as it snapped at my master and tried to fight through its injury to attack him, my master didn't back down.

"Follow Padawan." He commanded

"Yes…master." I muttered as my shaking legs forced me to follow him

The Kath-hound stared at us, now more hostile that we came as a pair.

"Master what do we do now…it obviously looks like it will attack us!" I quickly shouted out

"Relax Padawan…this animal was shot trying to protect it's young. Can you blame it for not wanting to interact with humans?"

I closed my mouth and began to anxiously play with the hem of my Jedi robe. Master Vrook had his hands up as the creature continued to snarl, but now it was different.

Once before it was angry and violent…now it just seemed worried. Vrook went to where the blaster wound was and rested his palm on the beast's injury.

He closed his eyes as a mystical cyan light poured into the creatures wound, sealing it up. The ash, the wound, and the remnants of the blaster wound were all gone…like they never even happened.

The creature sprang up and began running away, not until it took one last look at me and my master. The only thing that I saw was a strange sadness…no rather I felt it, like the creature was ashamed for the way it was acting.

It left and for a while me and my master did not say anything. Only staring at the Dantooines sun end over the horizon.

"The creature will never be the same…scars fade, but there will always be a reminder of what was once lost. And that young padawan is something that can never be forgotten."

"It's like…an echo in the force."

Now Awaken

"Wow you really did it!" The girl said as the whole group stared in awe

I looked down at the puppy who was still in my arms. I removed my hand, and the wound was gone.

"It…it really worked." I stuttered as I handed back the dog to the girl

The wound was gone, the only thing that was still there was the dried blood but that could be easily taken care of.

I leaned against the fence feeling remarkably tired. Almost feeling like I was going to faint if I did not sit down for a second.

The force…back in the day I would be able to spam out force powers with ease. But due to how little I have been using it. I will somehow have to begin practicing once again.

"Sir are you okay?"

The children began to surround me, I still do not even know how this happened. But I was happy that of all the abilities that I could of have reawakened, it was an ability of the light.

A soft smirk spread across my face. "Master…I finally did it, I learned that skill that you hounded me for years to lea…"

I felt the world collapse all around me as my head hit the soft gravel first. And the rest shattered into oblivion all around me.

Force Heal, an ability of the light. The ability was able to heal small wounds, some of the members of the Jedi order were able to learn the ability and use it to its fullest extent.

I heard stories of some Jedi even being able to heal massive gashes or wounds and saving lives. Desaryna tried using it on herself during the final battle on Malachor.

Though she was powerful and at the time was the most talented force-user in the whole group, she could not heal a slash to the neck.

It has been years ever since Vrook taught me that ability. Revan believed that I had realize my potential with the force by using it as a weapon…not as an ally.

I blinked my eye open to being surrounded by the children and Rem. "Fool…I told you too stay at the bench." Rem spoke

I grunted as I grabbed onto the fence and used it to lift myself up. "Come on Rem lets go…next time make sure your dog is safe."

I outstretched my hand and waved to the group as me and Rem began walking out of the village, luckily we weren't that far away from the entrance leading to the estate. Using that power severely exhausted me, now I had no idea what my limits were.

As we were walking out of the village, right near the boundary I felt a tug on my shirt. I turned around seeing the same group of kids still following me.

"Yo, what do you need."

"Thank you, sir…for saving the puppy." The girl said

A small tear came down her face as she quickly wiped it away. I bent down on a knee to be at her level so I could properly talk to them all.

"It's okay, just keep better care of it next time." I said as I tried to quickly end the conversation

"My name is Petra what's about you sir?"

I scratched the back of my neck. A part of me wanted to get out of this as quickly as possible, I was already feeling tired and did not want to pass out in front of everybody again.

What harm could it do. "My name…is Isaac."

She smiled as she dug into her pocket. The very next second she cupped the item with both of her small palms and presented it to me.

A…crystal. It looked unique, it seemed to be strange. Like I could feel the energy circulating from the crystal.

"Kid I'm grateful but I can't accept this." I said

The thing looked expensive. It would be wrong to take it, also I healed the animal because I wanted it to live. I was not searching for a reward.

Petra pouted, her orange hair flowing in the breeze as she still presented the crystal. "Fine because you are giving me no option." I groaned as I picked up the crystal and held it in my hand

She smiled and began running back to her friends that were patiently waiting for her. They all waved back to me as she caught up and they entered the village.

I dug into my pocket once again as I stared at the crystal. Why was this crystal so special?

It felt strange…like it was calling out to me or something. My index finger trailed it, and maybe for the first time ever since I cut myself off from the force, I felt it.

Not an echo or a wound…it was like hearing the heartbeat of the galaxy. Or feeling the warmth from the sun, without the risk of getting burnt or hurt.

We were all connected through the force, this crystal was different from all the other ones. A dark purplish crystal, I held it between my two fingers and aimed it at the sun.

Why do I feel this way, about a simple rock?

No…it cannot be…

"A kyber crystal." I murmured

I quickly stuck it back into my jacket as me and Rem began to quickly move back to the Mansion. An uneasy silence beginning to form between me and her. Until for once she shockingly broke the silence.

"That was very kind of you Isaac."

"What are you talking about." I simply said, trying to pay her no mind

I did not want to say anything for her to just start bullying me again.

"Relax…I saw you heal that animal for them, it was a very good thing you did."

My body stopped as I peered at her, for a second, I caught her smiling.

"What are you looking at." She said annoyed as she turned away from me and began walking ahead

"Whatever" I muttered as I tried to take a step

Though I could not, there was something wrong.

Death…

Just like when I held that dog in my arms, I felt it once again. Why? Didn't I save the animal from its injuries.

I began walking again trying to get the bad feeling out of my head, but I just could not. It stuck with me for so long until I reached the gates of the mansion.

It had to be the dog, maybe the dog had some illness, so it did not have that much longer to go. Yeah that had to be it, that bad feeling began to go away after that.

The rest of the day I spent with maneuvering around the kitchen better, hanging out with Emilia when she was not studying for the royal election, and cooking.

Because I did not have that many jobs to do, I would make wonderful spreads of food, even Ram and Rem I think enjoyed my cooking.

That was how the rest of the day went until nightfall, I patiently sat through the study sessions with Ram. And I stayed up very late to make sure that everybody was asleep, as I dug inside my pocket for my crystal.

I started up a new candle as I rested it in the center of my room, I pulled my blinds to avoid the moons light and locked the door behind me to avoid intruders.

I sat down on the hard-wooden floor as I began to unfold the fabric holding my lightsaber. When the fabric was unfolded, I let the fabric slide off the lightsaber as I balanced the saber with both of my hands.

My hand went into my pocket as I pulled out the kyber crystal and had both laying on the floor, side by side.

"Relax…clear your mind."

With my eye closed I began to dismantle the lightsaber. I heard the faint sounds of the screws beginning to loosen, the complex lens from the main frame of the saber, and the strange delicate crystals being removed.

Though I have done this before this was the first time, I had a Kyber crystal that was not my own, now all that remained was the strange sounds of everything coming back together.

I softly opened my eye as the lightsaber hovered over the delicate flame. I reached out with my right hand, grabbing it as the soft flame diminished.

Now all that remained was pitch black darkness…

My finger dangled over the ignition button, and as I pressed the saber came to life.

The once dark room was now drafted with indigo light, a fierce light that was able to break through the darkness.

I heard the Wizz of the lightsaber as I moved it through the air, a blade of fire.

Indigo is a deep midnight blue. It is powerful and dignified; indigo convey wisdom and justice along with fairness.

The weapon of a Jedi, I felt the tears beginning to come down my face as a smile began to form. I got up from the ground as I heard the sizzling of the blade as I gripped it with both of my hands.

I readied my stance with the weapon as I tried to remember my forms.

"Tonight…this is where I stop running away."

Those were the last and only words I said that night as I trained, and I fought to remember the lessons I so desperately tried to forget years ago.

Though now circumstances were different…now I had a chance, to fight and save the ones that are the closest to me.

Thank you, Emilia and Puck…for giving me back that purpose.