From the Preserve to MCA, Saturday

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It was fairly quiet out here in the preserve; the odd animals seemed uninterested in Peter, which was fine with him. He wasn't out here to animal-watch.

It had gotten oppressive in his apartment, the walls seeming to press on him along with the memories. He still needed to do more, though. The magic was coming back to him, and he needed to remember more.

The air crackled slightly around him as he sank to his knees and took a deep breath. He cupped his hands together, channeling the excess energy into a ball, then pushing it away to dissipate in the air. He took another breath and sank back into the memories of Hell, searching for what he needed. From the outside, it might look like meditation, if you ignored the expression on his face.



[Expecting one!]

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"Oh." Peter glanced down at his hands for a second. "Yeah, what you call the Force sounds like magic to me. It's in everything, but not everyone can tap into it. Hell, I didn't really know I could before. Not really. Now..."

He concentrated briefly and sent a green glow flowing down his arms to pool around his mug, heating the tea a bit more before it dissipated.

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Kanan watched with interest, paid attention both with his eyes and through the Force, not really because he didn't trust that Peter wasn't tapping into the dark side, but because, so help him, he was curious about whether there were all that many differences between the Force and Peter's 'magic' in the first place.

Results: Inconclusive. Whether that was because Kanan was so out of practice really remained to be seen.

"I've been aware of the Force and its role in my life since as far back as I can remember," he noted, shrugging it off. There would be plenty of time to figure that much out later. "It's hard to picture who I would be if I had never known it."

Maybe he'd have family. Where that family was, he had no idea. It wasn't as though he remembered his homeworld, after all. He certainly wouldn't be taking a little breath and then levitating his own cup over to set it neatly on the table beside himself, the way he was now.

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"I know that feeling," Peter said. He watched Kanan with equal interest. "If I'd never made the choices that I did..." If he'd never become a shadow, even if he hadn't died in the siege of Byzantium, where would he have ended up? Certainly not here. Not anywhere for the last millennium and a half.

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"Not much to be done about any of it for either of us now, I suppose. Unless you know a trick that lets you travel through time, anyway. But I've crossed gone from star system to star system in a matter of hours, and time travel is still something I haven't quite figured out yet."

And space, would he have liked to.

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"No." Peter finished his tea and set it down. "Time moves differently in different worlds, but as far as I know, it always moves forward."

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"So, not much to do but go along for the ride," Kanan agreed. "I suppose, at the very least, 'forward' doesn't look like it's shaping up to be boring."

You had no idea yet, Kanan.