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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"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.

[uncertain_dume]

"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."

[uncertain_dume]

"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.