It was almost a year to the day. The giant window was long since fixed, of course. Every bit of glass was cleaned and the manor looked as impeccable as usual. However, memories of that fateful day long since lingered. Security measures changed often around the manor, but there would be none barring him.
Slow, purposely footsteps took him up to those tall, looming doors. The last time he was here, he felt nothing but bitterness and hate. It was everything he had despised about what the Sith stood for, what he believed his parents stood for. Over the past year he began to understand that actions spoke louder than the titles or brand someone held. Kashyyyk was fresh in his mind and what he witnessed there.
The double doors opened and he stood at the doorway, standing taller than the last time he was here. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, his hair was a bit longer and he had a bit of stubble, but those piercing eyes were the same. He didn’t step in just yet, his gaze fixed ahead.
“Hi dad…” He paused, “...Hi Pops..”
@Altaris