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Navi was inside. The puckmaren did not care for the cold or the heat of their current location. most of Galen's possessions were there, too, waiting for him to return and prepare for whatever the day would hold. Beyond the clothing he wore, all he had with him was the lightsaber he had reforged, that had belonged to another.
He needed to understand the connection the previous wielder still had to the weapon and to form his own connection to it. Lyshea had said that influence would fade, but it seemed to be getting stronger. Previous meditations had led Galen to believe that the Sith it had belonged to had died. But, now it seemed unclear.
The hunter was not good at meditation. He had the patience to be still and quiet. He had done that for hours at a time, waiting for prey. But, his mind would always be active, considering the possibilities of what might come and how he could face it. He needed to let that go. He needed to open himself to the blade and accept whatever that would do, without overthinking it. It's not like he knew what to expect anyway.
The lightaber hilt sat in his lap, as he tried to focus on it, through the Force.
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[D4, EM] Dawn, Meditating on Lightsaber and who it may be connected to, Discipline, Difficulty unknown,: 1eA+1eP 1 success, 1 advantage
