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this can’t really last, jacen knows. even if the technology that brought them back is permanent and they stay… jacen isn’t the son hera wanted, and he doubts he’d be the son kanan would want. but for now, it’s nice to pretend. nice to just… let himself feel like a child, resting everything on his father’s shoulders with this hug. just for a moment or two. “you… really?” he asks, a little surprised at the offer. pulling back from the hug, jacen tugs the lightsaber off his belt again, looking down at it for a moment. he didn’t go to skywalker’s jedi school for a reason, but… to train with his father is a different story. “i’ve - had absolutely no training. i was more focused on piloting with mum than.. wanting to be a jedi.” he explains with a touch of guilt. “but i think - i’d like that. if you really want me to keep it.”
the sense of guilt that jacen clearly felt was obvious. it practically wafted off of him. that... certainly wasn’t his intention. he didn’t... he didn’t expect jacen to follow in his footsteps. he hadn’t wanted him to. not only the danger it implied but... he had wanted him to be his own person. he knew that from when he first sensed him. he let out a breath, shaking his head, “there’s nothing wrong with that. i don’t think any less of you, jacen,” he stated plainly, a small smile on his lips, “but if you’re interested... i’d love to teach you, just... even basic skills for protection. you don’t have to become a jedi or anything. i-- i’m not expecting that of you. it’s not everyone’s path.”










