“So, sounds like this whole ‘Jedi thing’s going pretty well then.” Eyton’s father, Duresh Kella, leaned closer to the holocorder. Eyton smiled as his face came into closer view, the little lines around his eyes betraying the fact that he had more to say. “But, it sounds like there’s something you want advice on.” He concluded, leaning his elbows against the terminal. His brow furrowed slightly in a look of concern, wanting to know what was bothering his little girl.
Eyton sighed, tipping back in her chair as she thought of how to say what she was thinking. She wasn’t surprised that her dad had been able to read her and know that she had more than just generic catching up to do in this week’s call, and she was simultaneously grateful and a little annoyed at it. The annoyance was mostly because now she had to figure out how to phrase this in a way that made sense.
“It’s going alright, yeah. It’s just something Master Skywalker said the other day’s been stuck in my head. He talked about how being a Jedi isn’t about being the strongest, it’s about listening and trying to help however you can. I guess it’s just not quite what I expected to hear and I just- I dunno, don’t know where that leaves me right now.” She idly played with the set of work gloves she’d laid across her knee. She’d been trying to volunteer more in the hangar bay, fixing up minor nicks and scrapes on the ships, things that made sense to her.
Duresh hummed and nodded, face contemplative. “Well, that’s not so uncommon, thinking things are gonna be one way and then they turn out different. You know your mom would say that you can always come home, and that’s the truth, but there’s a more important question. Do you want to find out where it leaves you?” He always had a knack for asking the right question, the one that made a situation seem solvable.
“Yeah. I think I do.” Eyton thought back to the captain that they’d saved, how if they hadn’t been there he might not have survived. Listen and help, huh?
“Then you’ll figure it out. You always do, Eyton.” Her dad looked at her with unwavering faith, as solid and comforting as he’d ever been. She had to swallow against the sudden tightness in her throat, wishing more than anything that she could give him a hug and feel like everything was simple again.
“Thanks, Dad. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”