“Gella.” “Axel.” “Do you think…that if you weren’t a Jedi and I wasn’t, well, whoever I am, that perhaps you and I could be real friends?” Gella stepped back as the music crested and couples spun. She thought on his words, on the sincerity that dug at feelings she couldn’t name. “If I were not a Jedi, then I would not be who I am. I have dedicated my life to my vow. I—I can’t separate that person.” “Oh, my Jedi Knight, I know.” He brushed an errant strand of hair away. “You know, the Eirami have another superstition. That they live many lives. Perhaps in the next life.” She wanted to say that
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