Caleb was quiet for a moment, briefly remembering one of the last conversations he'd had with Master Billaba.

They were at war, and he'd known that, but he'd told her that he was more at peace then than they'd ever been. And she'd understood why.

It was good to know where he belonged.

Force, it had been a long time since he was able to say that, since.

"I don't want to put it away again," he admitted, softly. "I don't want to go back to hiding."