INT. KAMAR-TAJ – NIGHT – A DIMLY LIT HALLWAY
A faint crying echoes through the ancient halls. MORDO, irritated and weary, follows the sound.
MORDO: (annoyed, muttering) Another burden, I swear...
He opens the door to find a baby, abandoned and softly weeping. He scoffs and begins to shut it—until THE ANCIENT ONE appears behind him. She gently pushes him aside, steps forward, and lifts the child into her arms.
THE ANCIENT ONE: (softly, with awe) This one… was sent by the stars.
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