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“When he opens his eyes in the morning, it is to the sight of a pearl and several gems floating before his eyes. He blinks, wondering if that’s his imagination, and reaches out for them – but they scuttle out of the way, weaving around his fingers. He sits up abruptly when he realizes they’re not the only floating thing in the room: nearly everything that isn’t bolted to the floor is spinning in lazy circles, like meteors spinning around a planet, all orbiting around the same larger object.
“Said object is a Jedi, casually sitting up in the air, levitating like it’s nobody’s business. It sends a chill up Pre’s spine, the casual display of power, the look of intense focus on Skywalker's face."
