A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update. Life right now and during the past months (year) have not been promoting for creativity and writing. Also I legit lost my notes... my analog one's...

Peter's pov

Fully absorbed in his tinkering Peter doesn't notice when the other apprentices gets closer to him.

With a yelp Peter falls to the ground as the bench gives way under the other's lightsaber. As he hits the ground a hiss escapes him as stabbing pain shoots up his arm. Clutching his injured hand to his chest Peter stays down and tries to take some deep breaths to calm himself down. Not wanting to draw attention to what happened by losing control like he's masters refer to it.

Letting out a deep breath Peter carefully moves his hand as he tries to inspect the damage but right as he tries to uncurl his fingers a pair of familiar boots comes to a stop in front of him. Closing his eyes Peter breathes in shakily before he opens his eyes and looks up to meet the exasperated eyes of the training master.

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings, young apprentice."

Jaw clenching in anger Peter breaks eye contact and wills his face into a calm and uncaring mask. Still holding his injured hand to his chest Peter stands with some difficulty, trying not to jolt his hand to much while also trying to not let any blood escape and stain the floor.

Straightening up he swallows down any objections about it not being him that needs to be more observant about the surroundings. It never helps anyway. Staring down at the broken bench he awaits the customary lecture about how he needs to change, learn control and let go of his fears.

But instead of a lecture there's simply an agitated sigh from the training master and he's dismissed, and told to go and meditate.

Surprised he keeps his head down and tries to not show his relief over simply being dismissed. The fact that he's told to go and meditate is perfect. He needed to find and talk to master Banner anyway. Maybe this day isn't that bad. Glancing down at his bloodied hand he frowns and decide to take a quick detour to find something to wrap his wound with.

A/N:I think I'm going to try and make really short chapters from here on out. I've tried to make them at least a page so far but it just makes everything harder, makes it take way longer and I usually give up or it ruins everything. My writing have always been more... compact? Dense? Compressed? I dunno. Guess I suck at world building and details. The plot and all the stuff I want to happen will still be there, ain't gonna cut anything out.