We all had a reputation, rebellious, wise, impulsive, serious, but for her there was only one word that came to mind "Zigerrian". Joining the Jedi could not erase everything that your race had done, that stigma that it carried would endure for many years in the future, so it made him wonder, What did you see in it?. Many times I asked her, every time you went on a mission with her, when you taught her something new related to the forces or the order, even with life in the Galaxy, how to navigate, how to repair droids, she treasured such learnings with her heart, but that doesn't stop her from asking sometimes.

The passages of Bespin always seemed calm to you with a certain resemblance to Coruscant, with the difference that now you were floating above the sky, the diplomatic mission had gone well, routine words to verify a deal with the republic. Tasi stopped for a few seconds to admire the sky and the ships that came and went from the planet, the Jedi clothes fluttered with the wind, side by side, just waiting for the universe and what could happen.

—Do you trust me, Master?.—Just suddenly, turning his head slightly to see you, his hair slightly waving and his violet eyes riveted on you—Be sincere.