Salle, Sunday Afternoon

[weetuskenraider]

There was only so long Tahiri could put off thinking about how her lightsaber skills were . . . not up to par, to be tactful about it. Not being one to think about these things without doing something about it, she decided to -- well, do something about it.

As she ignited her lightsaber with the familiar snap-hiss and worked her way through a few basic drills (these were so boring but she supposed she had to) she was grateful that she hadn't had to leave the building to do this. That would have required shoes.

[OOC: Open? Why, yes.]

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri let up at that, and just looked at him. "I know," she said quietly, and it could just as well have been I'm sorry.

[momslilassassin]

Ben's eyes met her for just a second as he tried to figure out if she was pitying him at all.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri shook her head and took a moment to try and put her reaction into words. "Everything we're doing back home right now, and you don't get a better world for it, not even two decades later. It's not fair."

[momslilassassin]

Ben sighed and shut his lightsaber down. "I didn't expect it to be," he said softly.

[weetuskenraider]

"I guess I didn't either," Tahiri admitted as she deactivated her own. "I just -- can't the galaxy catch a break?"

[momslilassassin]

"It hasn't for the last hundred years," Ben said bitterly. "I bet it wishes it never heard of Skywalkers."