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Carth entered the Nexus wearily, looking around before holstering his blaster and collapsing into a nexus couch. He had obviously just finished something very long and hard, and his normally pristine uniform was torn, dirty, and one arm ripped open by a blaster bolt. He looked around the room for a moment, then shook his head.
"So your daughter's a Jedi. That's great. But now she's starting to... pass you, I guess. She's moving into the whole Jedi world that's excluded and avoided you from day one, no matter how many ridiculously impossible missions you've gone on (and succeeded with) for them. What are you supposed to do? How am I supposed to still be her father when the only thing I've got on her are years and a few more battles under my belt?"
"So your daughter's a Jedi. That's great. But now she's starting to... pass you, I guess. She's moving into the whole Jedi world that's excluded and avoided you from day one, no matter how many ridiculously impossible missions you've gone on (and succeeded with) for them. What are you supposed to do? How am I supposed to still be her father when the only thing I've got on her are years and a few more battles under my belt?"