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Reach Out and Hold My Hand - Chapter 3

(It is highly recommended that you read the Author's Notes first before reading this drabble.) *** *** ~ Swathed in Shadows This Hand of Mine ~ *** There were many times Ahsoka missed the Jedi Temple on Corusant. As a youngling, things were so much simpler. So much easier. Back then, all she had to worry about was following the instructions of her Master, and at times her Master’s masters, and that was that. She didn’t have to worry about when she’d be getting her next meal, or where she would lay her head for the night. She didn’t have to worry about all the politics and the galaxy’s infighting. She didn’t have to worry about whether her actions were the right ones. Ahsoka was on the side of good. And everyone who opposed them were evil. Simple. But then the bombing of the Jedi Temple happened, and nothing was ever so simple again. The whoosh of a receding door. And muffled, exhausted breaths. Sitting in the middle of the common room floor of her T-6 Shuttle, Ahsoka meditated