The Jedi Temple, Coruscant, Atton's GFFA, Sunday

It felt like the temple got busier every time Atton made it out here. It probably did. The first generation of padawans were knights now, some of them already training their own students. Felt like time had just slipped out of his hands and gone right off, shoving his story's epilogue in his face when he felt like he'd barely gotten through a single act.

He clutched the official onboarding letter from Fandom High in his hand like it was going to escape from him. Did he really need to tell Mical? He didn't owe Mical any explanation. Except after Mical he'd have to tell Sia about it, because she'd like to know, and somehow talking to Mical seemed less terrifying, and... ugh.

He was one year shy of forty. He shouldn't be nervous about telling anyone that he was going back to teach at his old high school.

The skyline was nice as always, he reflected, staring out the window at the speeders flying past. Maybe this was just a bad idea, and he should go skulk in his apartment for a while, and give up on this confronting-his-old-life thing altogether.

Of course, that was when she showed up.

"Master Rand," Asida drawled, Jedilike calm placed firmly atop her unjedilike disdain. "I thought you'd forgotten where we lived."

( Conversations with an ex-Padawan. )

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