For a long silent moment he stared at her, his expression unreadable. It was true, she always had hated the politics her position demanded, even to the point of hiding who she really was from them at the Academy. As he took the bottle back from her he though of that idea for a moment. The idea of being just Jacen. Not Colonel Solo or Darth Caedus. Not the Sith Lord or the son of the dreaded Solo family. Just Jacen.
It was a nice dream. But dreams had a way of hurting you in the long run. He took another long swig from the bottle before handing it back to her.
"So you would have me do what?" he ignored her questions with ones of his own. "Join the team, fight the good fight? Follow orders from others?"
He smirked, just slightly. "Do you really see that happening?"