OwO What's This?
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“What, you mean this old thing?” Previm asks, holding up the little holopicture. The cube flickers to life, projecting an image of two boys with their arms around one another. The younger one is obviously Previm, with the same joyful brown eyes and messy brown hair, recognizable even through the ex-Jedi’s graying strands. The other is a stranger, with sickly pale skin and an odd, empty smile. “It’s me and my brother,” he says with an air of fondness. “I was nine when he was fourteen. That was a great year. See, this was during this beautiful festival we hold in our village every year. You know, we would decorate the whole place, flowers everywhere…” He stops mid-sentence, sighs, turns off the projection and puts it back in a box of similar holos. “It was a long time ago. I don’t wanna bore you with the details. We had a…a falling out.”