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[darkforcerising]

So... in my memories, I go from being a slave to being rescued by a cult that really doesn't want me... They are like the upper-class Free Masons of the Victorian era but with superpowers, and I'm the street trash they have to walk through, holding their noses.

Guys, I'm starting to think my memories don't have a 'fun' or 'happy' setting...

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[darkforcerising]

[ Anakin wants a more detailed explanation. But he's practiced respecting boundaries so much in therapy, he won't ask for more. ]

Okay.

[neverjedi]

Just.

Look. Your'e my friend and I love you, okay?

[darkforcerising]

I got you.

I just need to figure some things out.

[ And Anakin is under the impression Ben doesn't want to talk about this so Anakin is going to drop it. ]

[neverjedi]

I am here if you need me. Just - I can't pretend I was good at it but I can't pretend I don't remember loving you, either.

[darkforcerising]

You just said

Don't worry about it.

[neverjedi]

All right.