A very slight pout crossed orange features then, white facial markings that were in place of brows furrowing inwards just a little. Her features just went slack for a moment after the pout as the girl’s head turned downwards. ❝Yes, Master..❞ Compliance filled the tone, yet sadness tinged the edges of those two simple words. She wanted, more than anything, for him to TRUST her and let her come along—but knew he was just as stubborn as she, therefore didn’t try to push the matter further. ❝I’ll.. I’ll just stay behind..❞
and worry over you and the others the entire time.
disappointment colors her words in a familiar manner : there’s so much of himself he sees in ahsoka , the defiance and determination , a wish to prove their worth. how many times had he stood , asking for the jedi to trust in his abilities , only to be denied ? even obi - wan doubted him sometimes , held him back where he should’ve been set free. a pang of regret resonates within his chest — for a moment previous resolve threatens to crumble , unsteady at the memories of his own experiences. yet once more the worry returns ; fear holding its hand. softened expression , fingers lay on her shoulder. ❛ i’m not willing to risk your life. as capable as you are , there’s still much you have to learn. ❜