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Room 317 [evening, after the play]
Aug. 18th, 2007 10:14 pmDespite his best intentions and his promise to Rikku, Luke still found himself spending a lot more time alone in his room than normal.
He’d discovered that the amount of effort it took to show the rest of the world how Completely Fine he was during the day was exhausting.
It didn’t help that the entire month of August was like navigating a mined asteroid field: still reeling from Rory’s revelation about his parents, the anniversary of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru’s deaths hit him like a body blow.
Yesterday had been Alderaan Day back home. He’d pushed past his embarrassment and residual anger at Leia to call and check up, only to be greeted with a clipped “I’m fine,” and an “I’m sure you have more important things to be attending to.” The entire conversation had taken longer to connect than to conduct.
He didn’t blame her: he wasn’t exactly the poster boy for dealing well with issues these days. See also: avoiding thinking about the entire issue by spending most of last night in the common room watching mindless television.
He curled his legs up under him, batted away Artoo’s worried attempts to help, and stared off into nothingness. Today was the anniversary of Ben’s death. A few days from now was Biggs’.
Luke was beginning to wonder if the memories of last August were going to crush him entirely.
( Skywalkers and their emotions were never exactly what one would call subtle. )
[That Luke have a conversation with himself is FB, who with and what about not so much.]
Let It Be - The Beatles
He’d discovered that the amount of effort it took to show the rest of the world how Completely Fine he was during the day was exhausting.
It didn’t help that the entire month of August was like navigating a mined asteroid field: still reeling from Rory’s revelation about his parents, the anniversary of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru’s deaths hit him like a body blow.
Yesterday had been Alderaan Day back home. He’d pushed past his embarrassment and residual anger at Leia to call and check up, only to be greeted with a clipped “I’m fine,” and an “I’m sure you have more important things to be attending to.” The entire conversation had taken longer to connect than to conduct.
He didn’t blame her: he wasn’t exactly the poster boy for dealing well with issues these days. See also: avoiding thinking about the entire issue by spending most of last night in the common room watching mindless television.
He curled his legs up under him, batted away Artoo’s worried attempts to help, and stared off into nothingness. Today was the anniversary of Ben’s death. A few days from now was Biggs’.
Luke was beginning to wonder if the memories of last August were going to crush him entirely.
( Skywalkers and their emotions were never exactly what one would call subtle. )
[That Luke have a conversation with himself is FB, who with and what about not so much.]
Let It Be - The Beatles
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