*Ahsoka POV*

"You're being asked back Ahsoka," I looked up into my old master's pleading eyes. I bit my lip, wishing I had more time to decide. I've realised, that outside of the order, I can't do anything, I have no life there. But here? I have so much. Leaving would be throwing everything away. Everything.

"I accept," my voice comes out firmly and calmly, despite me feeling dizzy with nerves. Before I came here, I had no idea what was going to happen, maybe I couldn't come back. But thankfully, I was wrong.

Anakin's eyes light up, and he holds out my padawan braid, that I didn't expect him to have. I carefully take it from his hand, smiling up at him before putting it back where it belongs.

"Been through a lot you have, rest now you should, Padawan Tano," comments Master Yoda from behind me. I turn away from my master to answer Master Yoda.

"Thank you Master," he nods his head and I feel Anakin place his hand on my shoulder, telling me silently, that we should go. With one last look at the Jedi council, I turn and leave, with my master by my side.