Tomika blinks, stunned in silence, not sure what to say just yet, then turns to look at Adrian and Tyrant.
What have I learnt here?
Adrian’s mind raced, as seemingly endless hours of training at the Academy passed out of memory and into conscious thought. He analysed each clear image, each conversation, all the time staying alert for that one piece of information that stood out amongst the rest. He knew, deep down, that there must be something that he’d learnt here that overshadowed everything else in its significance. He just had to figure out what.
The Padawan’s normally sharp mind began to drift, as the countless memories moved before his mind’s eye, and then subsided back into darkness. Adrian and Kahn next to a tree, talking about how to jump. Rusty calling a great many young Jedi to the plains, and Adrian’s conflict there. The trip to Coruscant, which had been an eye opener, certainly, but had been a fruitless expenditure.
Dimly, Adrian was aware that WT had begun answering, and he could sense that Tomika had reached a decision too, but was merely waiting on her fellow student.
Come on, think! What was so important here?
More memories. Looking after a tree in the Academy grounds. Talking with the other Padawans and Masters. Levitating stones. Running. Sunrise...
Wait! Sunrise! That first sunrise I saw at the Academy. That first day, when Kahn saved me...
Jordan.
His mind came to a sudden halt, and with an effort he backed up, looking at the question in a new light. WT had finished talking, and Tomika was in the middle of explaining her experiences.
“Tell me, what is it that you feel is the most important skill that you have learned as a Jedi?”
Patience, discipline, a clear mind... no. Maybe for them, it was right. But for me, something else, something more to do with interaction...
Trust.
Adrian felt a slight elation as he came to that conclusion, and bringing himself fully back out into the real world realised that all eyes were now on him. Tomika had finished, it was his turn.
“I,” he started, fumbling a bit over the words. “I...” Adrian’s voice was soft, barely audible even to himself. He tried again, forcing the words out, but they wouldn’t come.
The memory of that lesson, that lesson hardest learned amongst all of his experiences here, was still just too painful. He tried once more, but still he couldn’t do it. Old memories, terrible memories, were brought to the surface once more.
Before he came to the Academy, Adrian had lived in a seemingly perfect world. Just him and his brother, with the occasional passer-by - but no-one he couldn’t trust. Adrian knew of evil, of untrustworthy people, but only from stories and holonet broadcasts. The message had never really been driven home to him before: that he should be wary of others, and not trust just anyone who walked in off the street.
But he had, and that had made the deciding blow even more painful. When his own brother, his own flesh and blood, had betrayed his trust and tried to kill him...
The thought was just to painful to bear.
Dimly, he was aware of Amalia speaking, and of his new status among the Order.
OOC:
I’m very sorry for the huge delay on my part. I’ve just been a bit detached lately, that’s all. I hope that I haven’t inconvenienced any of you too much with my being away. Next time, I’ll endeavour to post saying that I won’t be around for a while.