The word 'fate' made something cold pass into Baridi's eyes, a long-ago forged armor that went up in defiance of that word. When she had been growing up as a Sith, she had been told she was fated to be a part of the Dark Side, a testament to its' strength and the inescapable nature of its' grasp. She had been proud, until she had seen the war grow so large and nearly died on a lonely, desolate planet, and realized the Dark Side had precious little to offer in the way of hope to those who ever faltered in their step.
So it was to defy fate, to destroy her old one and forge a new one for herself, that she took up striving for the Light. Ben Organa-Solo (Skywalker, a voice she didn't recognize as Anakin's added softly, guiltily,) was another such case if the Force was strong enough in his family for Force Visions to run in it. "I see," she replied, because she did. One Force Ghost had set her entire life on a new path, to do so and direct this Force User the wrong way could be a death sentence. "For the record, I never expected stories to be told of me. History embellished details to make me seem greater than I was, more special; I can only assume that made my actions appear to be less flawed than they actually were."
There were many mistakes made along the way to the formation of any legend in the Jedi, and one was that the ugliness that came in building one's self up to that level was wiped away to make the Jedi more radiant, kind and incredible. No one asked for the real story, even when they contacted her from beyond the grave. The truth was a matter of perception to many; they had decided the truth of her life before she had ever had a chance to open her mouth. Leia's request was... not unwelcome, but strange, almost incomprehensible. For even when Baridi was alive, she'd been put on the defensive with many, trying to defend her right to the Light Side, her right to be a Jedi, her right to be in the room with those who had never known Darkness. So she was used to embellishing her life's story in life and trying to rip embellishments out in death, all the while trying not to feel overwhelmed by it all.
Her expression moved from surprised to something contemplative. "I would like to aid you in your inquiries, but I do not know where to start. This is nothing I have ever been asked in all my years. And some of my problems took root before I became a Jedi, all truth be told..."
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So it was to defy fate, to destroy her old one and forge a new one for herself, that she took up striving for the Light. Ben Organa-Solo (Skywalker, a voice she didn't recognize as Anakin's added softly, guiltily,) was another such case if the Force was strong enough in his family for Force Visions to run in it. "I see," she replied, because she did. One Force Ghost had set her entire life on a new path, to do so and direct this Force User the wrong way could be a death sentence. "For the record, I never expected stories to be told of me. History embellished details to make me seem greater than I was, more special; I can only assume that made my actions appear to be less flawed than they actually were."
There were many mistakes made along the way to the formation of any legend in the Jedi, and one was that the ugliness that came in building one's self up to that level was wiped away to make the Jedi more radiant, kind and incredible. No one asked for the real story, even when they contacted her from beyond the grave. The truth was a matter of perception to many; they had decided the truth of her life before she had ever had a chance to open her mouth. Leia's request was... not unwelcome, but strange, almost incomprehensible. For even when Baridi was alive, she'd been put on the defensive with many, trying to defend her right to the Light Side, her right to be a Jedi, her right to be in the room with those who had never known Darkness. So she was used to embellishing her life's story in life and trying to rip embellishments out in death, all the while trying not to feel overwhelmed by it all.
Her expression moved from surprised to something contemplative. "I would like to aid you in your inquiries, but I do not know where to start. This is nothing I have ever been asked in all my years. And some of my problems took root before I became a Jedi, all truth be told..."