Who: Jaina and Jacen What: Probably lots of angst. Where: Outside the complex. Rating: Harmless for now? Status: In-progress
Jaina wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d have to wait for Jacen to show up. She knew he would find her, though - Jacen could always find her. If he didn’t turn up, it wouldn’t be because he wasn’t able to.
She’d settled outside, sitting under a tree around the rear of the complex, and she wished she had something to do to occupy herself with, because all she had were thoughts, too many thoughts, thoughts she didn’t want to think, and some small insect-like creatures crawling in the grass under her, which just reminded her of how Jacen used to always be so fascinated with life... he could have had them lined up perfectly, forming words or pictures, something harmless and simple that would have made her smile, and that just brought everything around full-circle so she was thinking about exactly what she was trying not to think about.
Because the Sith... they aren’t just dark. They’re the darkest of the dark, the void - the complete absence of anything light. And to get that dark, to fall that far, there has to be a sacrifice, something destroyed...
Stop thinking. Stop.
She plucked at the grass under her fingers absently, tearing up pieces and watching the tiny bugs skitter away from the wreckage, pointedly trying to keep her eyes dry.