Destiny was a choice, a confidence, a belief. Yet upon seeing the web, how it moved and twirled and spun based on an infinite array of actions, Kanan realized he'd been wrong.
Its very nature implied that your future was defined, that you were a puppet acting out choices that had already been made for you. To Kanan, destiny had seemed a fixed matter. The Masters at the Temple had often lectured about accepting your destiny. He could just as easily walk away and refuse. Future and past events came to him in glimpses and sensations, none he understood, other than that he played a part in them-if he wanted. He began to relax.Ī web appeared before him, invisible but perceptible, linking all the beings on the battlefield to him, his life, his actions, his.destiny.
The relief that came was subtle, subdued, like a gentle breeze that cooled on a hot day. Instead, his heart calmed and his mind eased. He expected it to flood through him like a dam being released, as it had been a long time since he had completely freed himself to its light. 'Standing in the middle of the battlefield, with a hundred blasters pointed at him, Kanan opened himself fully to the Force.
