@mxrrin
cal is on his knees in the prison, focusing on his breathing, focusing on the force he knows is around him and in him and through him-- even if he can’t immediately feel it, even if he has it only on faith that he’s even a jedi at all anymore. his skills are lacking, his intuition feels stretched and straining, the energies around him itching on him for some reason, and whenever he tries to press into it too hard, he gets glimpses of something he’d really rather not see.
himself. in black. and red.
but he can’t just ignore his connection to the force, he can’t just stay in here and do nothing. he’s hoping merrin or cere are looking for him, he’s hoping they’re keeping their minds open. this isn’t a technique he has any experience in, but his old master jaro tapal talked about it sometimes-- the way jedi could connect with each other occasionally. if that sort of power is laying inside him somewhere dormant, he could definitely use an awakening right about now with it.
for a long few hours, there’s nothing. then... a light, like a tether, green and sparkling and familiar. merrin?














