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[indent][indent]Yoda had devoted most of his rebirth to staying out of the way. At first he thought to himself, that he was a fool for thinking he could command such gruesome, barbaric creatures. But soon afterwards he learned that the Goblins had a certain order to thing, something that outwardly would look simple but inside the system, was extremely efficient. Weed out the useless and old in order to keep the machine working and strong.

Even if weeding them out meant decapitation, fatal beatings, or the like. 

Even still, Yoda couldn't help attempting to grasp what he was a cog inside of. From behind the ember shadows of adults, Yoda peered at the sickly green figures and the raging flames between them. He snuck a tad closer, hugging the larger boulders, creeping around the Goblin women and other children. Upon closer inspection of the adults he wondered what he'd spy.

[color=40D86C][i]Pops ... Which one of these are my dad?[/i][/color]

[color=40D86C][i]And wasn't there another child with me? my brother or sister maybe.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]