[ Anakin's got him with the child soldiers line, and it's obvious by the way Cal's expression shutters, his mouth pressing into a thin line. The thing is, Anakin isn't wrong, and Cal knows it—he's thought the same thing, actually. Wondered about it, recalled how damned young he was when he was apprenticed to Master Tapal and sent off to war.
At the time, he'd felt proud of the accomplishment. Looking back, he's not so sure it was an accomplishment. He was just a child—not much older than Kata is now. She deserves a childhood, and so did he.
The easy answer—the one he's been clinging to all these years—is to say that the Order did the best they could, that they tried. But the seed of doubt is in him, and he doesn't like the cracks its roots are putting in the foundation. ]
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At the time, he'd felt proud of the accomplishment. Looking back, he's not so sure it was an accomplishment. He was just a child—not much older than Kata is now. She deserves a childhood, and so did he.
The easy answer—the one he's been clinging to all these years—is to say that the Order did the best they could, that they tried. But the seed of doubt is in him, and he doesn't like the cracks its roots are putting in the foundation. ]
When did that change? [ His voice is quiet. ]