Yellow Weaver
"I-I didn't really at first," Loomi explained. "I... well, I was sorta homeless... b-but then I got here and I saw what the Jedi could do, and who they were, and I decided that was what I wanted to do."
She frowned, tilting her head.
"I don't know what it's like to have a family expect something of you," she admitted, "But I... I know that people can be cruel, and make you do things you hate or tell you you aren't worth anything. I-It sounds like you have a lot of friends here, even if they aren't quite your real family. I feel like that's a good place to start. A-and we're not old yet, so there's a lot of time to find a new purpose. Y'know, one you choose for yourself rather than one given to you by someone else."
Loomi sighed, slumping back in her seat. She hoped all of this was making sense. It was difficult to. She was ultimately a very selfless person, even growing up with everything having been taken from her. It was hard to advise Cora to just do her own thing and be a little selfish, but ultimately that was the healthiest course of action. The Godoan had learned the very same thing.
"You can only sacrifice so much of yourself till there's nothing left," Loomi sighed with a sad smile. "Maybe this is the time to start picking up what you left behind."
