Things are different now, I can feel that. I stopped my work suddenly, looking around myself. There are others here, strangers I had yet to meet. But the longer watched the more people stood. They looked just as confused as I felt, and we all made eye contact. These who stood were like me; drop outs, washed out Padawans. Of course, that didn’t mean we weren’t still connected to the Force. One of the boys walked over to me, “I don’t like it.” “Neither do I.” Ryate had come to this planet with me, and though we had only met once before that, we had agreed to stand behind each other. We would need someone, the Jedi council had told us, because dark days would soon come. Hatred, despair, depression. Why would it not? I remember wondering every
