That ethereal kinship fluctuated, akin to tightening a leash. Any slack that had existed was replaced with a level of intensity that came with [member="Cedric Grayson"]'s honesty.
"That's a pretty astute dichotomy." She observed, looking down at her hands. She could feel his words, not just hear them. There was a part in the recesses of her mind that felt the same. The internal struggle her parents had gone through before they just..stopped trying to influence the galaxy and settled down on Kiffu. Did what they could to cleanse, repair, and make that a good place. Trying to go beyond that was exhaustive. People did a job, then they didn't do a job. Many people who fought before weren't here now. In the galaxy, or in a permanent way trying to press their deals. No matter their reasons for moving on, it wasn't important. Their efforts here honoured, no matter how ephemeral they were.
How could that job have a semblance of permanence? One way was to set up a permanent statue of that individual. The other was to continue on with that job.
It sounded like Cedric had accepted his role.
Unceremoniously, their orders were delivered. Steam rose from the respective meat options, and the droid let some cutlery clatter down from its grip as well, spilling it into the middle and allowing them to pick and choose at leisure. It was a little loud, but nobody in the restaurant seemed to care, since they'd received a similar off boarding of utensils.
"Maybe one day you can have both. The Imperium will take serious effort. One day, maybe you can hand if off...the responsibility of leading it, I mean. What about Alyson? On the bright side, you're starting to train others in the Force.." She picked up one of the forks to gesture to herself, before setting it down because she ordered a kebob and there wasn't much use in trying to fork it off the stick. "That's a good step. Compromise, I guess. The grass is always greener with what we want, than what we have. At least you don't have dirt."
Dreams and aspirations were a funny thing for the clone baby. For her, it was hard to decipher which were her own and which were injected. When Cedric spoke of teaching, and such, she liked to imagine herself appending into those scenarios. But she didn't want to teach. Not because she was greedy, but with these newfound powers, she wanted to use them. In a projection, she'd come and go as necessary to whatever pedagogical institute was instated. Come in, help out where necessary, and then go aide the galaxy at large. That would be a never ending request, try as they may with the Imperium's dream of righteousness. The galaxy was a large place, nothing would ever truly be eradicated if it were evil. As for family, that was one dream she'd had of her own ever since she grew jealous of the Taliths. Four siblings, all getting along. Perhaps that's why she coveted her relationship with her brother so much, he was the closest she had to a true family. The rejection from her parents, whether they meant it or not, was stinging. And something she never wanted to impart on kids of her own. If that were even something her chemistry would allow. So, perhaps she only had part of a dream. The family part. She should put some effort into a long term goal... or not. Riding on the coat tails of the wind seemed to be working out on her behalf for now.
