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“These past couple of days have… Shed a new light on the way I see things… I’d lived on my own for so long, I saw my skills as enough to survive, and therefore, mastered… I’m dead wrong… A few days back, I had been impaled by a lightsaber, and despite this, I kept working… This makes me think about what Mart said last spar we had… Proceeding with an injury can be good or bad… This time, it was bad. The wound was severe enough for me to need to stop and take a breather, but the adrenaline… It was getting to me.”
He paces around his room, spinning his newly-fixed hilt in his hand as he ponders.
“It’s clear to me that I need to learn to let go of these prideful notions that I hold dear to me… Learn to take criticism when I need to, and slow down… I’m learning so much, and it’s getting to me… I feel like I can do more, be more… The first day back from Naboo I felt like I could do anything… I also felt like my entire world was falling apart around me… This isn’t healthy, looking back, and I’m glad I could pull myself away from those thoughts.”
He sets his hilt on the end-table and heads back to his bed, laying down and looking up at his ceiling… He still has the bare minimum in terms of furniture, but he somewhat prefers it that way after spending several months living in a camp.
“When I joined, I had a certain mindset… That mindset is now skewed… I need to meditate more on the matter, and gain a clearer understanding of things. My master likely already knows about this… Hell, it’s her job. She probably knows what I eat for breakfast lunch and midnight munches…”
He sighs, sitting up and reaching for the datapad. He holds it up and stares at it for a while before shutting it off.
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