MCA #3, Thursday Evening
Besides class, Kanan really hadn't done all that much this week. He had a bit of a mess in his head to sort through, and between his conversations with Ahsoka and with Master Kenobi earlier in the week, he was a bit torn as to how he wanted to tackle it. Using the person he used to be as an anchor to the Force as Master Kenobi had suggested was a solid plan... except that Kanan wanted very little to do with the person that he used to be. He wanted even less to find himself face-to-face with all of Caleb Dume's unresolved traumas and hurts, and the idea of willingly putting himself through those pains again left him feeling ill inside.
He frowned down at the lightsaber and the holocron that he'd set out on the coffee table in front of himself. He hadn't gotten around to dismantling the weapon and storing it away again after the weekend. He wasn't completely certain that doing so was the right thing to do, here. He sighed and reached to pick it up, frowning at the old, familiar weight in his hand.
What the hell was he doing?
[OOC: Idek. Open for visitors!]
He frowned down at the lightsaber and the holocron that he'd set out on the coffee table in front of himself. He hadn't gotten around to dismantling the weapon and storing it away again after the weekend. He wasn't completely certain that doing so was the right thing to do, here. He sighed and reached to pick it up, frowning at the old, familiar weight in his hand.
What the hell was he doing?
[OOC: Idek. Open for visitors!]