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"I could have." Jacob said back to her as he breathed the air hungrily. On his back. he shielded the sun from his eyes. "We need shelter if we're going to survive this." His sword was still there, luckily. He could easily make a spear to catch fish with. Sitting up, he ran his hand through his hair. The back was sandy now. Gross. "Let's get a move on. Faster we get the shelter, sooner I get use some food and formulate a plan." The waters were not so rough here. In the vastness of the ocean, he thought they were a goner. The woman had been passed out as he let the waves carry them here while she was in his arms.
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LIFE AS A HOUSE (2001)
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Hayden Christensen as Lorenzo de Lamberti in Virgin Territory (2007)Β 
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"I'm always prepared." The knight said. All he wanted to do was go back to Albion. Camelot and his king awaited. He only went on this blasted adventure because Arthur needed an item in order to beat the growing Saxon hoard. A staff. One that Merlin could wield and wipe out the threat.
The sword on his side was a gift from the king and had a red blade. It could kill anything magical if he willed it. "That's fine, but unless you know how to use it, then its not needed." It made him weary honestly. She could easily put the weapon at him and then he would be a goner. "I'm trained to handle high stress situations." He said flatly as he made his way to the hut he saw.
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ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN + SIENNA MILLER - FACTORY GIRL [2006]
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what would you trade the pain for?
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Silence grew as he focused on the task at hand. One stroke, two more. The potatoes were being peeled one by one. Soon his pot would be full. By himself it would take at least fifteen more minutes as the vegetables in the other pot boiled. He had spices he picked from the fields. They hung upside down near the fireplace. It made his cottage smell full of herbs. A homely sense for the Druid. Listening, he nodded every now and again so Archeon could see he was listening. "There is nothing wrong with being different."
The farm boy kept on peeling, he was no knight. Not yet. He had been stripped of his titles because of his father. One day when Arthur became king, he would be one.
He glanced over. One place he never heard of was Olympus. Jacob never left Albion. This was his home. He had no reason to leave it. All he knew were the gods here were different. The Triple Goddess made herself known often. People spoke about her like she was a friend. Well in private because the king was a Christian and it was illegal to believe in anything else. "All I did was pull you out of the ocean. If I hadn't you would have drown." He had went with Arthur to Annis' lands. There is where he saw the god. Struggling in the undertow.
Glancing back over, he saw the god staring. "What?" He almost dropped the potatoes in his hand after he had handed another knife to help him with the peeling. "You love me? I'm just a lowly farm boy."
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Hayden Christensen as Jacob in Outcast (x6)
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"I think I understand more where he's coming from Obi Wan." Growing up, he knew his mother loved him. She wasn't really there. Seth had voiced to him that he felt like Leia did not care for him or Ben. It was valid his feelings. He felt alone. Lost and he couldn't speak to anyone about his feelings without getting a lecture. Aeron loved Obi Wan, but that was the last thing Solo needed right now.
"He needs support. To be listened too. He's angry because only his brother had done so." He blamed Kenobi's Jedi upbringings. It was their fault. They didn't seem to understand human emotions. "Maybe instead of lecturing him and telling him what to do, let him figure it out. Telling him he can't go home will just make matters worse. It's a method of control and that shit has to stop."
Myricks shook his head. "He has every right to lash out. He's been alone before his brother stepped up and gave him what he needed. Leia pushed him away without realizing it." Sighing, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Why is he calm with me then? It's your approach that sets him off. He doesn't need a Jedi. He needs his uncle."
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