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February 12 - February 14, 2022
That was the most bitter irony of war: The greatest acts of love for your family were the ones that kept you apart from them.
As Obi-Wan will soon learn, the most beautiful form of mastery is the art of letting go.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: A Chadra-Fan, a Bith, a Sakiyan, an Abyssin, an Aqualish, a human, a Rodian, a Wookiee, another human, and a Muftak walk into a bar, all of them trying to rip one another off at best, and kill one another at worst, more or less.
It turns out that, sometimes, friends take care of one another, even in a place like Mos Eisley, and that makes all the difference in the world.
Kase was alone. She stood still for several seconds, datapad in her hand. Then, very carefully, she switched it off and lay it on the nearby console. She tried to take a step, and succeeded, and tried to take another one, and failed, and she collapsed with the sob already rising out of her, and the tears already beginning to fall. The grief caught her.
Heroes were Lando’s favorite opponents at the gambling table. The worse the odds got, the bigger they bet. Because heroes were suckers.
If you can’t see the angle, it means you’re the one being played. You are, in fact, the sucker.
