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PSL: MoM Game End
Apr. 9th, 2021 08:23 amThe announcement came to everyone in the form of a dream. The goddesses they had fought against, apologizing that they could not fulfill their promise; the multiverse was too unstable to keep their little melting pot of realities as it was. The Porters would need to be closed, but to make it up to them, they would use the power they had to send them wherever they wanted: they could stay, go home, or go to another reality altogether.
It should have been an easy choice, but when Luke woke up that morning, he felt conflicted.
He should go home; he was the last of the Jedi, and he had an obligation to revive the Order. Besides, it seemed they would be able to remember what happened here; maybe he could keep himself from making the same mistakes this time. Yet when he thought about it, thought about how him and Leia never spoke anymore, how his own nephew hated him more than anything, how he had been betrayed and lied to endlessly, the thought of going home turned his stomach.
When he finally removed himself from his bed (crawling out from under Ace, who picked up he was sad and flopped on top of him to make him feel better), he dressed slowly, coming to a realization of what he wanted as he did so. His gaze fell to the window, staring out like he could see his destination even though it was no where in sight, before finally turning to the big dog.
"C'mon boy," he said softly, clipping on his leash, before quickly heading out the door.
It was a bit of a walk, though nothing he wasn't used to; yet Luke still felt out of breath when he finally made it to Lucina's place. He hesitated at her door, doubts and fears momentarily worming into his head, and it took Ace sitting down and whining softly before he finally quickly knocked on her door.
It should have been an easy choice, but when Luke woke up that morning, he felt conflicted.
He should go home; he was the last of the Jedi, and he had an obligation to revive the Order. Besides, it seemed they would be able to remember what happened here; maybe he could keep himself from making the same mistakes this time. Yet when he thought about it, thought about how him and Leia never spoke anymore, how his own nephew hated him more than anything, how he had been betrayed and lied to endlessly, the thought of going home turned his stomach.
When he finally removed himself from his bed (crawling out from under Ace, who picked up he was sad and flopped on top of him to make him feel better), he dressed slowly, coming to a realization of what he wanted as he did so. His gaze fell to the window, staring out like he could see his destination even though it was no where in sight, before finally turning to the big dog.
"C'mon boy," he said softly, clipping on his leash, before quickly heading out the door.
It was a bit of a walk, though nothing he wasn't used to; yet Luke still felt out of breath when he finally made it to Lucina's place. He hesitated at her door, doubts and fears momentarily worming into his head, and it took Ace sitting down and whining softly before he finally quickly knocked on her door.
