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Grim could not tell time, it was impossible for her to figure out anything when the standard galactic calendar differed so much from the one used back on Earth. She had no idea how long she had been in Star Wars. What she did know was that she had been in Star Wars for a while. At least, long enough for Obi-Wan to have grown out his mullet again. Which also meant, it had been a while since she had last been home, since she had last seen her family.
She was still trying to adjust to her new life as a Jedi. She was still struggling to find a place where she belonged, because if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if she really belonged among the Jedi. They were the heroes of stories, and she was just a nerdy kid who happened to one day appear in their universe. She didn’t really fit in with the other Padawans, who had grown up at the Jedi Temple.
Some days, like today, when she was really feeling homesick, she would find a quiet place at the Temple and sit down with her sketchbook, drawing all sorts of things from her home. She had failed to notice, however, that she wasn’t entirely alone this time. Anakin walked over to her, “I didn’t know you liked to draw,” he said.
She slammed her sketchbook shut, feeling a little embarrassed, as if he had caught her writing in her diary instead. She looked up at him and smiled a little awkwardly. “Oh, yeah, I do. Sorry, you startled me for a moment, Skywalker.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, Tiny. If it’s alright for me to ask, what were you drawing?”
Her smile fell and her hands covered the sketchbook. She looked down at them, finding a sudden interest in her gloves. She was quiet for a long moment, and Anakin seemed to take it as a sign she didn’t want to tell him.
“Nevermind,” he said.
“No,” she sighed. “Do you promise not to think I’m ‘attached’ to the past or anything like that?”
He sat down next to her. “Of course,” he said.
“I was drawing a park I used to go to before I was a Jedi,” she told him. “I’ve been drawing a lot of things like that recently. It’s hard to explain to anyone else really, everyone here joined the Jedi when they were so young that they hardly know any other life. I had a life outside of this, and it wasn’t that long ago at all. I guess I just feel a little homesick.”
“You’re not the only one, Tiny,” he told her. “I joined the Jedi older than everyone else as well, at least until you came along. I also had a life outside the Order. It’s good that you have happy memories of your home before this one.”
“Can I really call this place home? I’m sorry, Anakin, I just don’t feel like I belong here sometimes. I was just some kid until…” she trailed off, having almost mentioned her sudden appearance in another universe. “Until Master Kenobi found me,” she said instead. “I was never amazing at anything, I just had an ordinary life, with an ordinary family. Now, I’m here, at the Jedi Temple, and I’m the Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi, I’m friends with you, and it just doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like I belong as a part of that.”
“Hey, Grim, you belong here. You’re important to me, you little shit.” He playfully ruffled her hair.
She laughed, and then grinned at him. “Thanks Skywalker, you’re important to me too. I’m glad I have you as my friend.”