Taral Asedo's left-hand began to hurt again. Frostbite wounded it early in his childhood. And at times, where he could feel people die and suffer, it would fester, and he would squeeze it. This was one of those times. The Jedi Temple on Coruscant was in ruins, and he felt Dantooine suffer as well.
At least I'm hard to kill.
He thought to himself as rain began to come down,
I suppose running is something I should be used to.
He looked over his shoulder. There was an apartment complex nearby.
Dark Side and Light Side