fuck depression. there’s nothing more insidious than a disorder that tricks lovely people into believing they are worthless. 

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 ”At least you had some sort of choice, Danni. With my parents I could be a smuggler who saved the galaxy or a diplomat who saved the galaxy.” 
 ”And you chose to become a Jedi.” 
 Jaina shifted her shoulders uneasily. “That choice was pretty much made for me. My brothers and I are very strong in the Force.” 
 Danni arched an eyebrow as she pulled abreast of Jaina. “You regret being a Jedi?” 
 ”No, not at all.” Jaina hesitated, then sighed. “It’s something neither of my parents became, so it let me have something to myself. That’s part of being a twin too, I guess; everyone expects we’ll be alike even though we’re fraternal, not identical.” 
 ”I think I begin to see what you’re saying.” Danni offered her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Jaina Solo. So, tell me, just who are you?” 
 Laughter erupted from Jaina. “I don’t know who I am. I’m only sixteen. I know parts of it. I know I’m a really good pilot, and I’m not bad as a Jedi. I know I’m getting tired of being my mother’s daughter and my father’s daughter; and part of me even knows that it will take time for me to emerge from their shadows. I also know that there are folks out
there who think I’m going to be the salvation of the galaxy because I’m a Jedi, and others who think I’m doom on two feet for the same reason.” 

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