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Ahsoka was back on Coruscant now, it had been 3 months, but she still remembered the lingering kids in the hallways of the school, the ring of the bell, the chirping birds of Ohio, and Lola.
She had never missed someone so badly. Of course, she always missed her Master when he was away, terribly, but this was different. It was like a tugging in her heart and stomach, wishing to go home. Home. Was that her home? No. She had no home. Where ever her Master was is her home. But it felt like... a happy memory. Something to hold onto, with only small sounds and flashes of scenes to remember it by. That was all Earth was now. A happy memory. But not Lola. Lola would never leave her mind. It was a scar, a scar of joy.
She felt her reaction to seeing the ship all over again, the weight inside her stomach lifting with relief, happiness, and a tinge of sadness. The sadness for Lola. She had sensed the same feelings from the others, for their caretakers. It was probably the closest time they would ever have to being with a parent. Sometimes, Ahsoka wondered what it would be like if she wasn't a Jedi, and was a normal teenager-like the ones on Earth. But she always wiped that thought away, like when she cleaned windows. It wasn't healthy to question your duty as a Jedi. It was an honor to be working as a Jedi! She should have been proud-and she was- but she still always had the lingering thought floating around in her mind, of being normal. Normal. What a sad way to put it. But it didn't matter now. She was stuck as a Jedi. Stuck. Another depressing word. Where were the happy words? None of those seemed to ever pop up. Unless she was with her Master, or Lola.
Lola.