Grey Eyed Hero
With one swift motion, Jasper drove a newly forged sword into the artificial hill in the center of the gardens on the Dawnbreaker. A grave marker, left in remembrance of a friend he would never get to bury. Calix was a brave young man, no doubt about it. Even at such a young age, he charged into battle never once thinking about where it might land him. To think of the boy's final moments sent chills down the knight's spine, but he had no doubt that Calix had gone down swinging.
It wasn't right, the words in his mind screamed. Everything inside of Jasper seemed to echo the same sentiment. He should've been there. He should've saved him. Maybe that was just his own defeatist nature creeping in, the one that was quick to take the fall for anything that he simply couldn't change, but that didn't keep the thought from festering. Why had Calix been cleared to join the battle at such a young age? He should've argued against such a thing. Had he been given the opportunity, Jasper surely would've appealed to the council to have the boy left on Coruscant. Maybe Calix wouldn't have forgiven him, but that would have been fine.
He still would've been alive.
But there was no use dwelling on what could have been done. Time was cold and cruel, unchanging even in the face of tragedy. All he could do was sit down in front of the grave marker and hang his head in solace. Calix was with the Force now. He shouldn't muddy the boy's peace with desperation. Jasper didn't shed any more tears. That had been taken care of when the news was broken. He simply sat there, unflinching. Reflecting on himself. The Maw had caused this. The War had caused this. Blood was on his own hands now as well, Sith or not. Jasper needed to step away from that. He couldn't let himself be consumed... become the weapon that his creator had tried to forge.
Calix was the warrior. Jasper would let his fighting spirit rest with him. At least while it wasn't needed.
A set of footsteps came, followed by a familiar feeling. He was more aware of the Force at the moment, a rarity for his weak affinity.
"Hey, Iris," the young councilmember sighed, his gaze remaining fixed on the marker. "You come to join me?"