Harry paused a moment before answering honestly, "Truthfully, I… don't know,"
"You were definitely possessed. Something that should be infinitely harder, if not damn near impossible now that your mind is protected by the way," Harry rubbed his chin slowly. "The possession took a toll on your body. Unsurprising, even willing possession can be stressful on a body, and require magical steps to be taken so the body doesn't burn out. You definitely were not breathing when you collapsed. And there definitely was a gift of magic to your body, using your old master as a conduit. So… if I had to guess, I would say he was being truthful,"
"If I had been there to see the magic instead of just the memory I could have told you for certain." Harry concluded.
Anger flashed across Ahsoka's expression as her brow furrowed. "Why didn't he tell me?" Her tone filled with a combination of hurt and anger.
When Harry just cocked his head curiously, she explained, "Anakin said that nothing had happened. Just that they had rescued me and the Daughter gave her life protecting her father," Her tone grew more hurt as she spoke.
Harry sighed a little bit and ran his hand over his face, "Truthfully, he probably thought he was protecting you."
"Protecting me from what?" Ahsoka asked incredulously.
"From feeling guilty for actions you had no control over? Handing over that dagger? A dagger that was then used to kill the daughter who helped return you to life by giving her own?" Harry opined.
"That was an insult to her memory then," Ahsoka replied shortly.
"Perhaps, but I'll ask you the same question from earlier. Do you think he did it to be malicious?" Harry asked, his tone soft. Ahsoka deflated slightly, "No. He probably did it to keep me from blaming myself for everything."
Harry nodded a little bit and then fell silent, awaiting her next inevitable question.
"What… did he mean when he called you the Master of Death?"
Harry flinched and sighed. Even expecting the question still made him sigh, "That… is a very very long story that starts with a myth on my world. And makes me sound like a villain,"
Ahsoka tilted her head and regarded him for a moment before shaking her head, "Does it make you evil? or Dark? Or make you need to kill people or something?" Harry huffed and shook his head, "No, but that's exactly what I mean. Hardly one of my more pleasant titles,"
"Okay…" Ahsoka trailed off uncertainly.
"Long long long story, made incredibly short. There was a myth on my planet that three brothers defeated Death. For doing so Death gave them three boons. One asked for, a way to beat Death. Another, a way to bring someone back from the dead. The last, a way to hide from Death." Harry explained as succinctly as he could. "In the end the items didn't do what the brother's really wanted, and they all died."
"However the myth went on saying if someone united all three items they would become the Master of Death. Though no one could say exactly what that title meant, or what it entailed." Harry chuckled, "For how this all relates to me? Through a stupidly convoluted process, I ended up in possession of all three items. Uniting them for the first time made the Master of Death. Despite initial attempts to rid myself of the title, I've never been able to, and thus I've been Master of Death for a long time."
"So what does that title actually mean?" Ahsoka asked quickly.
"Honestly? There's never been an instruction manual or anything. But not a whole hell of a lot. I can sense the dead and speak with them. I can sense when people do things with their souls that they shouldn't. I can help a spirit pass on, or force them too." Harry shook his head. "I don't go out killing people or take any special pleasure in Death. I don't take missions from some deity on the other side and act as his hand amongst the living. There are a few quirks to having all three, but that's the main bit."
Ahsoka wanted to ask what someone could do with a soul that they shouldn't, but regarded him steadily for a moment before she nodded, "Okay. I'm obviously curious about the other quirks… and all the things you've said that I really want to know about... but I will ask those another time."
Harry's eyes flicked up from staring at his steepled fingers to look in her eyes, "What?" She had actually managed to catch him off guard.
"What?" She echoed, a bit of amusement on her own face, "You've talked about having kids and grandkids. You look twenty five. You've mentioned odd things about your world, about the place you came from. You're teaching me more about the Force, and myself than I feel like I've learned in years. I really do want to know about you, and soon. But It's obvious you don't want to really get into it at the moment, You say it doesn't mean you're a hidden Sith lord or something and I'll accept that."
Harry regarded her, with surprise riding freely in his expression. He had always vowed never to take the Dumbledore approach when dealing with information and people he cared about.
There would be no half truths and hidden knowledge 'for their own good.' Especially if it affected their lives. And anyone else who had a thirst for knowledge like he had seen from her would have been peppering him with questions.
But Ahsoka wasn't urgently pressing him on a deeply complicated story. It … was very touching.
"I will tell you everything you want to know and soon. As my apprentice, you should definitely know," He said quietly. "Thank you,"
She smiled comfortingly at him, pleased that she had done the right thing and knew she had with the genuine thanks in his tone and the relief she felt from him, "You're welcome,"
She smiled and then tilted her head, "Now are you going to tell me why I can suddenly… sense you? When you've been nothing but a blank slate before?" Harry chuckled a little bit at the change of topic, "Yes, but it's probably easier if I just show you," His eyes began to glow slightly. He reached forward and once more pressed two fingers against her forehead.
Ahsoka blinked, half expected to be taken someplace else, and for a moment she had thought she had been. Everything around her suddenly seemed to be glowing.
"It's called mage sight. Controlling your magic, putting it into your eyes to see other magic," Harry explained to her unasked question.
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