Ben has a long time to think as he rides his Eopie into town, ties her up in a stall, then takes the transport to the work sight. Like always he is quiet and keeps to himself, so no one notices any change in his demeanor. The act of cutting up neat has become mechanical and he can do it on autopilot as he goes into deep contemplation. It’s not quite meditation but close.
He searches his thoughts, his memories, his feelings. At first there is nothing, but as he lets the force in, the memories begin to trickle as well. Voices, faces, the sounds of lightsabers clashing as his knife chops through a block of meat. The trickle becomes a stream and then a torrent. Ben gasps as it all comes flooding back, dropping his knife and staring vacantly.
His pause disrupts the line and someone begins to shout, though it’s only white noise in the background as his brain practically reboots itself. Then someone is grabbing his shoulder and yelling in his face. Effectively pulling him out of his stupor and making him wince. “S-sorry,” he stammers before managing to get back on task.
Able to slog through the rest of the day, he quietly slices off a sliver of meat and tucks it away when no one is looking. Though it’s a little bigger this time. His mind still trying to process the sudden block of memories that hadn’t been there before.
Making his way back to the cave, he walks in to see Ezra practicing. He can’t help but stand there and stare in silence. Unsure of what to say, and not BBC wanting to interrupt him.
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He searches his thoughts, his memories, his feelings. At first there is nothing, but as he lets the force in, the memories begin to trickle as well. Voices, faces, the sounds of lightsabers clashing as his knife chops through a block of meat. The trickle becomes a stream and then a torrent. Ben gasps as it all comes flooding back, dropping his knife and staring vacantly.
His pause disrupts the line and someone begins to shout, though it’s only white noise in the background as his brain practically reboots itself. Then someone is grabbing his shoulder and yelling in his face. Effectively pulling him out of his stupor and making him wince. “S-sorry,” he stammers before managing to get back on task.
Able to slog through the rest of the day, he quietly slices off a sliver of meat and tucks it away when no one is looking. Though it’s a little bigger this time. His mind still trying to process the sudden block of memories that hadn’t been there before.
Making his way back to the cave, he walks in to see Ezra practicing. He can’t help but stand there and stare in silence. Unsure of what to say, and not BBC wanting to interrupt him.