Jedi Brat!
With each step he took, his trepidation seemed to echo through the crisp air, an almost tangible weight hanging over him. The positive energy that had radiated from him earlier had dimmed, replaced by a heavy mixture of anxiety, fear, and guilt that seemed to seep from his very pores.
As he walked, each footfall appeared labored, his exhaustion and unease evident in his posture. He kept his gaze fixed on the path ahead, but his thoughts were a whirlwind of worry, his mind racing through a multitude of scenarios that might await him. The surroundings, once familiar and welcoming, now seemed to loom with uncertainty, each tree casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the shadows that had taken hold of his thoughts.
The grassy landscape stretched out before him, the once serene and tranquil scene now mirroring the turmoil within him. He walked, almost as if in a trance, his mind preoccupied with what he might find upon his return. The weight of his delayed arrival hung heavily over him, and every step felt like a leaden anchor tugging at his very being.
Approaching Jasper's ship, his heart raced in his chest. He dreaded the moment he would see his master's expression, fearing a mixture of concern and anger . Uncertainty gnawed at him, and a lump formed in his throat as he neared the ship's entrance. His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch the entrance panel, a sharp inhale escaping him as he steeled himself for the inevitable encounter.
As the door slid open, he stepped inside, the weight of his fear and uncertainty pressing down on him. His eyes sought out Jasper Kai'el, his gaze a mix of apprehension and apology. The snowy-haired youth stood there, uncertain of what to say or how to explain his prolonged absence. The emotions that had been held at bay now surged forth, his force presence an open conduit for his turmoil. Anxiety, fear, and guilt radiated off of him in waves, enveloping him and those around him in a palpable sense of unease. He was however silent.
Braze's shoulders slumped as he looked at Jasper, his voice a mixture of desperation and regret. His white bangs framed his face as he stood there, almost defeated, the weight of his actions and the potential consequences heavy upon him. He was uncertain of what awaited him now, but his fear was etched in every line of his expression, that remained downcast.