For a while, Cal believed that your reunion after all those years apart—since the day the J-di Ord-r had fallen—meant forever. It only seemed logical to him that two of the very few remaining J-di were to stick together. After all, Cal could understand the troubles and challenges that had once implied being a small Padaw-n lost in a galaxy that was no longer a home for your kind. The redhead knew better than anyone what you had felt like. And once he found you, he was at peace—at least for some time.

The weak walls he had built alongside the rest of the Mantis Crew started to tremble the day you said you had to part ways. Cere, Greez, Merrin, and even you, all going separate ways. Leaving Cal with BD as his only company. He understood, though, the reason of your departure. He, too, had felt disconnected from the force once. You had embarked in a healing journey; one that would hopefully help you accept the ghosts of your past, and bring you closer to the Jedi your master would have wanted you to be. The fact that Cal had agreed this was a beneficial decision for you, did not mean it hurt him any less to let you go.

Now here he stood, five years later, walking into Cere’s base in Jedha. The last couple of hours had been eventful, to say the least. Cal had reunited with an old friend, been close to perishing in a sand storm, met face-to-face with the man who had been the reason he decided to join the fight, and most importantly, he had found you.

The J-di had his arms propped on the railing, supporting his body weight as he watched the Mantis, occasionally stealing glances of your face. “Can’t believe you’re here,” he began talking, “healed enough to join the fight again, I see?” A smirk on his face that, if paid attention to, revealed hints of relief and happiness. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well. BeeDee here sure did miss you.” The droid beeped along, making small jumps on Cal’s shoulder,