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I heard the voice of Umbra, the person who believes that I'm perfect when I'm not. Then again, perfect in her world must be different. Putting a serious tone in my voice as I straightened up. "No names, Aunt. But what they said was the truth,-" The voice cracking. " and what I said was the truth. I didn't have the choice of my life, but I also didn't learn how to say no. I was selfish. And I took that opportunity away from someone."
Sadness and loss could be seen in my gleaming eyes. "And I'm sixteen now, you don't need to keep on protecting me. I want to be somewhere traveling a long way from here, alone." This time my voice was hoarse. "I just hope that she finally finds out that I'm sorry for what I've done, and that nobody is..." Stopping myself there.
Umbra is taken aback. She has no idea whatsoever what to do in this situation. "I'm sure you didn't mean anything. Why don't you make it up to this person somehow? Some kind of favor, perhaps?"
Daniel feels a horrible retching, and feels himself split into two, then four, then eight . . .
Siri smiles. "In time. Next we have to get the proper ingredients for you to make your own lightsaber."
She takes out metal tubes, mechanical equipment, various crystals, and colored lenslets that are noticeably missing the color red. "Normally, a Padawan apprentice makes their blade to resemble their Knight instructor's, but there are many noted exceptions. Here is a book on the basics." She hands him a datapad.
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