Date: 2008-02-01 04:25 am (UTC)
"That's true," agrees Bastila, sitting tight on her chair, far from the bed (which looked much more comfortable).

"I wasn't the best person to convey the principles of the Jedi Code to a young mind, these past few months." She'd been a wreck, period. "Maybe soon, once I'm confident that I can live it well enough to do so."

After the last purge, there'd been no old Masters left. Bastila had ended up picking up the pieces with Kira and Atton and Mical, trying to rebuild the Order from its ruins. There'd been no proper trials to become a Master, and it left Bastila feeling as though she didn't really deserve to be one. Self-proclaimed Masters aren't exactly the norm, after all, and it bothers her, deep down, though she knows it had been forced upon them by the situation. Still. It doesn't help assuage her worry that she's not really ready, that she would not have been made a Master if the Order hadn't been almost destroyed.
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