“ you can’t expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch everytime something touches you. ”
coruscant, as he knew it, was a polluted cesspool of sentient poverty. his family had never been wealthy enough to afford a place on the surface, so they had lived deep, deep underground. despite his status as a pilot, gael had not seen the sky until he was a teenager (until he’d taken to the streets on the surface of the planet to pickpockets and swindle tourists). coming back here was uncomfortable enough, but he’d dared to venture underground to find his family, to bring his mother and sister to the rebel base so they could live a better life, and what he’d found had broken his heart. his mother had died thinking that gael was dead and his sister had been stolen away to a labor camp in order to pay off the family’s debts. “if you’d stayed...” a family friend had told him, anger in their tone, “maybe she’d still be here. where did you go?” at once, gael questioned all of his choices. he’d escaped the planet partially because he’d been forced to, but he’d never once looked back, had never once wanted to come back to coruscant. how selfish he’d been! gael shook his head. “i let my family down,” he murmured sadly, “really let them down. i’d avoided coming here so i’d never have to see what happened... i hoped they’d be... this was a bad idea.”
