A couple of days have passed since I first watched the hologram of my father at the archives. I keep trying to forget it all, but every one of the events that happened that day just keep replaying in my mind like a broken record.

I was completely overwhelmed with shock and sadness after seeing my father speak to me for the first time through the hologram. I cried for a while in Anakin's arms, it just wouldn't stop. After what seemed like hours, I finally got the strength to pick myself up and wipe away my tears.

Anakin knew I was confused and, well, mainly hurt. He didn't want to push the question of whether or not I was going to leave of stay at the temple just yet, I could tell.

After I had decided we could finally leave the archives, he went to go speak to the council about allowing me to stay at the temple for a couple of days while I processed everything that had just happened. They agreed and arranged a room for me, but still implemented some rules and restrictions for me to follow due to the last (in their words) "stunt" I pulled.

The rules were basically that I was to be heavily guarded at all times, and if I was caught to be doing anything slightly out of line, there would be extreme consequences. Though, I didn't care what rules I had to follow to be honest, I was just grateful to have some place to sleep for the night.

After I waited aimlessly outside the council room, Anakin finally came out and told me that they granted me a temporary room all the way in the back of the temple where all of the dormitories were located. He offered to give me the holoprojector that held the hologram of my father, but I told him that I needed some time away from any reminders of what I had just watched. He understood and told me he was going to keep it until I was ready to make a decision about what to do with it.

The two of us walked silently together as he led the way to my room. My face was still puffy and red from the previous sob session I just had, but I really didn't care. I was still in shock after everything I had learned at the archives.

When we arrived at my room, Anakin finally spoke. "This is the room. It isn't much, but it has the necessities."

I didn't acknowledge him, I just stared forward at the door to my new room.

He began speaking again. "Okay, so, um, there are two sections of dorms. You're in section b with all of the padawan, new learners, and trainees. I'm in section a, room 12, with all of the Jedi Masters and Knights. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to come to my room."

I finally diverted my gaze to him, with the only words I could mumble out being "okay, thanks."

Anakin watched me as I opened the door to my room. I looked back at him, shot him a weak smile as he stared at me with pity, and we parted ways as I closed the door.

When I stepped inside the room, I was greeted with almost nothing.

The room was decent sized, not too big and not too small, but it sure was better than my cell from before.

There was one singular mattress and bed that laid towards the back wall of the room, opposite to the door. Black sheets and a little white throw blanket were folded in a pile on top while one pillow laid next to the pile with a key, which I assumed to be my room key.

The walls of the room were a cream color, and the nicest part of the room had to have been the large, half circle shaped outstretched window that extended across the left wall of the room, which overlooked the city of Coruscant .

To the right of the room (opposite to the window) was the decent sized bathroom. It had beige, marble tile along the walls and brown vinyl flooring that had hints of gray here and there. The shower was to one of the corners of the bathroom, and the walls were made of complete glass, with your basic brushed nickel shower head that was mounted to the tile wall. To the opposite side of the shower was a sink and faucet combo with a dark brown cabinet. One medium singular square mirror sat above the sink.

In the bathroom, there were the absolute bare necessities. Soap, shampoo, two towels, one toothbrush, and a small bottle of toothpaste. The council really didn't want me staying long...

In all honestly, I was actually expecting way less than this. The council were generous for giving me all of these things considering all of the not so great things I've done.

The last thing I saw in the room was a small closet. It was to the right wall of the bed, next to the entrance of the bathroom. In the closet were two hanging outfits. One outfit was a dark gray (nearly black) wrap top with the same colored pants. It had black gloves and two long lighter gray cloths to wrap around almost the entire arm, leaving one small part of your shoulder and arm exposed. A gray belt was tied around the front of the top, and and long cape like fabric was attached hanging off the back of the outfit from the waist down. The whole outfit looked very lightweight, flowy, and breathable, and honestly, pretty comfortable

The other outfit that hung in the closet was a skin tight jumpsuit, which included an all-black belt. The outfit was stretchy material and seemed easy to move around in. I saw a couple different shades of gray range throughout the jumpsuit. The arms of the outfit had thumb holes, and there was one zipper to get into the jumpsuit that was located in the center of the back of it

One pair of tall black boots sat right underneath the hanging outfits, and when I tried them on, they fell a couple of inches below my knees.

After exploring my room, I headed to the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower, which was one I hadn't had in ages (the Sith only provided freezing, cold water for showers).

Once I had taken a shower and pulled myself together after the events that took place in the archives, I decided I was going to get dinner. It was now nighttime, around 8 P.M., and the last time I had eaten anything was on Dagobah. I decided to throw on the lightweight dark gray wrap top outfit. I then put on my boots, grabbed my room key, and headed out the door.

Though, my freedom didn't last very long. Once I stepped out the door, two clone troopers, which I assumed were some type of "guards", immediately turned around to face me.

"What's going on?" I asked, noticeably confused.

"The Jedi Council has ordered us to escort you everywhere you go. They thought that if you were left unsupervised, you would cause problems" answered one of the clone troopers, surprisingly in a demeaning manner.

Heavily guarded at all times... right...

"Well miss, where do you plan on going?" asked the other clone trooper in a nicer tone.

"Um, to the dining hall, for dinner."

"Follow us," ordered the first clone trooper.

As we began walking, I was stuck in between both clone troopers, just like I was when they would escort me from my cell to the training room when I first started training with Anakin.

The walk from my dorm to the dining hall was miserable. Not only was it completely silent the entire time, I would get dirty looks from practically anybody who walked past me. Occasionally, I would hear a whisper or two from some of the different trainee and padawan, which didn't make me feel any better. I felt helpless because it's not like I could defend myself, I was in the wrong for all of the problems I caused. The only thing I could do was hope that eating dinner in the dining hall wouldn't be as bad.

Surprise, I was wrong.

Once I walked into the dining hall, I could feel the stares like needles piercing my skin. Everyone, and I mean everyone, had stopped what they were doing to look at me when I first entered the room.

The clone troopers let me go to get my food alone, but they stayed stationed at the two exists of the dining hall, watching my every move the entire time.

Once I grabbed my dinner, I tried to find a table to sit at. There were friends sitting next to each other at their own tables, talking and laughing, but I opted to sit at my own table alone. Yes, I honestly did want to have someone to talk to, but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries and try to become friends with these people even though I knew they all disliked me.

Once I found a table that was vacant, I sat down and began eating alone. Every now and then I would hear my name being whispered, which then followed a laugh right after. I've got to admit, I was embarrassed.

I felt so... alone.

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Once I finally finished my lonely dinner and cleaned my plate, I was escorted back to my dorm. From there, I was given a set of pajamas from one of the guards. I changed, brushed my teeth, and fell asleep quickly due to how exhausting the events were throughout that day.

All of that happened a couple of days ago, 6 to be exact. Nothing really changed in my routine since that day. I usually just hung out in my room for most of the time, only really ever leaving to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner when the time came.

Anakin and I haven't really seen each other either since he first introduced me to my room. I assumed he was either busy, or he wanted to keep his distance so that I would have some time to process everything without the pressures of the decision that he wanted me to make. The decision that I dreaded thinking about.

My time staying at the temple was definitely coming to an end, and I didn't want to overstay my welcome. I knew I had to make a decision as to whether or not I was going to stay at the temple, or leave for good.

I thought about it for a while. To be honest, I've been thinking about it since the day I saw the hologram of my father.

I could either choose to stay here at the temple and train to become a Jedi (like my father wanted), or leave the temple for good and live on my own, probably as a scavenger.

It took a lot of thinking. I mean, there were so many pros and cons. I knew that if I chose to stay here, I would have to deal with so much judgement. I did everyone here at the temple dirty when I let Count Dooku invade, and I was a traitor to the Sith. All of this wasn't a good first impression of me at all.

Though, even when thinking of the cons, my mind always went back to the same thought: My father wanted this for me.

He did all he could to get me where I am standing right now, right back at the Jedi Temple.

He did everything for me, whether I had known it at the time or not. I owed him one.

He deserved to be made proud.

And with that, I had finally came to a decision.

I was going to train to become a Jedi for him.

For my father.