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— fulfillourdestiny.

[morghon]

Jon quietly watches the other students banter from a table at the far end of the mess hall, distractedly feeding Ghost his leftovers. It's strange, how he'd been sent here in the hopes of a safe refuge and a place to belong, but he's actually never felt more isolated and frustrated in his life. In Winterfell, at least, he knew his place, even if his presence had been largely unwelcome; here, however, nobody else was a stranger to the Force and they all seemed to know so much more about it than he did.

It's not that he doesn't have his strengths. He's good at dueling, and he's been wiping the floor with the rest of them, mostly, having had formal combat training growing up. He also has a way with animals — back in his homeworld, they call it warging — and an aptitude for battle strategy. But he's easy to anger, quick to sense a slight, and horribly insecure on account of his parentage, which has led to him keeping his distance from the other students.

He glances under the table to check if his wolf's already finished eating, pondering on the idea of going out for a walk or maybe having another go at the training remote. Fighting always did make him feel better somehow; it's not the violence of it, it's just... not having to really think about anything except the battle, and winning it.