His eyes were locked on the Inquisitor before him, their mask cracking down the middle, revealing a portion of their face.

Cal knew that they were a Jedi, he could tell in the way they swung their blade, in the way they used the Force to their advantage. They were more controlled, letting the force guide their movements.

Like a Jedi.

He hadn’t realized they’d be a Jedi he’d known, or maybe he didn’t want it to be true.

“{{user}},” Cal said, the name feeling foreign on his lips even though it was one he’d spoken countless times before the fall of the order.

The name of his friend.

Cal’s breathing was short and ragged, his lightsaber staying idle by his side no matter how much his mind was screaming at him to keep fighting.