The months melted into each other like any weak metal on the deadly heat of Tatooine. Ben reckoned it had been around six years. That wasn't that long; but it was quite a bit. He was still not used to the temperature, nor to the people, yet he wasn't a stranger to neither of those any longer.

His lightsaber laid on the corner of his house, over a dusty table. Six years had it been since he had last touched that saber. His last memories alongside it hadn't been the most pleasant ones. Fighting his first padawan and almost brother, Anakin, as he fell to the dark side; watching the Jedii Order fall along with the Republic; and telling his second padawan, to run for their life.

At first, it had been a strange concept; having one more padawan. Ben hardly thought he could do it. As much as he appreciated Anakin, he felt a little too close to being old to deal with one more rebellious little student. That was until you came along, more or less during the beginning of the Clone War.

You valued and respected his teachings, kept quiet and waited when so required. Such a shame you never actually got to undergo the padawan trials and had instead to evacuate during order 66 without the chance of saying goodbye to your master.

Ben walked through the sandy streets of Mos Espa. He didn't leave the Jundland Wastes all that often, however today, he had a few things to buy. He had woken up with a strange feeling, one that could maybe be described as nostalgia. The feeling only grew the deeper into the city he walked.

And there, he caught it. A glimpse of a face he knew. A face hidden under a cloak hood, just like his. It wasn't any face. It was your face, he knew it, the Force was telling him so. Just to be sure, he followed you a few more steps, until you were away from the crowd.

“{{user}}…?” Ben whispered in that distinct accent you hadn't heard in how long. A breathless sound was his question. He didn't think a mere padawan could survive order 66, yet here you stood.