[ I'm a Jedi, Anakin says, gesturing at his robes like that should mean something to Claude except the fact that he just wore them and he's left the dust of gold all over a supposedly devoted man's clothes. Oops? He doesn't even feel particularly bad about it. Curious, more. Intrigued. He's heard about the Jedi, of course, but Paris having been neutral throughout his whole childhood and adolescence means, there hasn't been any direct interaction, no visits, no help extended, though he knows about the Order through his teachers, Dia among others spoke of them.
He'll admit as much, the visual he'd conjured up of a Jedi was very different than the one currently walking next to him. Older. More beard, less blue eyes, right?
Truthfully, he likes this Jedi better, he thinks. This Jedi is less fantasy, more real presence, personhood, company.
The kind of company that leads him towards the balconies on the outside of the dome, passing by colleages and opponents alike as they move forward. Claude steers them towards one of the outer balconies, gesturing with one hand while he moves, steps slow, firm, light footfalls. He's gotten used to the chillier atmosphere of Coruscant at this point. Sure, he'd probably have worn a tunic, meant for colder weather, if he'd known where he'd end up tonight, but then Anakin's robe wouldn't have come into the equation, would it? That would have been a shame. Instead, he comments, ]
Oh. You're my first, then. [ A small smile, the inclination of his chin, then he asks, carefully: ] Do you like being a Jedi?
[ The adjustment takes a second, a split-second, then he realises how it might come off, like suspicion and questioning and demanding answers, all the things they're not doing tonight. So, he slows down a little and turns halfway towards Anakin, looking up at his face. ]
I don't mean to doubt your dedication, it's just... Sometimes the roads we're walking in life are complex and we can follow one direction for ourselves while also being uncertain about it. I know this from myself, at least. I figured maybe it could be something like that. [ A pause. Claude turns back, finds his balance, the stride in his step again. ] You tell me.
[ It's your life, it means. Your experience. Tell me about it. ]
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He'll admit as much, the visual he'd conjured up of a Jedi was very different than the one currently walking next to him. Older. More beard, less blue eyes, right?
Truthfully, he likes this Jedi better, he thinks. This Jedi is less fantasy, more real presence, personhood, company.
The kind of company that leads him towards the balconies on the outside of the dome, passing by colleages and opponents alike as they move forward. Claude steers them towards one of the outer balconies, gesturing with one hand while he moves, steps slow, firm, light footfalls. He's gotten used to the chillier atmosphere of Coruscant at this point. Sure, he'd probably have worn a tunic, meant for colder weather, if he'd known where he'd end up tonight, but then Anakin's robe wouldn't have come into the equation, would it? That would have been a shame. Instead, he comments, ]
Oh. You're my first, then. [ A small smile, the inclination of his chin, then he asks, carefully: ] Do you like being a Jedi?
[ The adjustment takes a second, a split-second, then he realises how it might come off, like suspicion and questioning and demanding answers, all the things they're not doing tonight. So, he slows down a little and turns halfway towards Anakin, looking up at his face. ]
I don't mean to doubt your dedication, it's just... Sometimes the roads we're walking in life are complex and we can follow one direction for ourselves while also being uncertain about it. I know this from myself, at least. I figured maybe it could be something like that. [ A pause. Claude turns back, finds his balance, the stride in his step again. ] You tell me.
[ It's your life, it means. Your experience. Tell me about it. ]