She could feel him getting closer. She could feel the wrongness of his presence, even when she forced herself to ignore all of that and focus on the underlying Jacen sense she always used to feel. It was like the darkness in him had spread so deep, tainting him down to his core, a stain she wasn’t sure she could ever get out, even if he would let her try.
>”Jaina.”
His shadow falling over her alerted her to his arrival, dragged her eyes up from the dirt to where he’s standing, towering over her, dressed in all black and just radiating dark power, even worse than what she’d been able to feel over their bond from afar. It took her a moment to look past that, to see how he’s aged since she last saw him (that wasn’t him, that was my Jacen, they’re not the same).
She made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a choked-off thing that wanted to be a sob (except she wasn’t going to cry, she wasn’t going to be that weak in front of him, not when he’s like this), pushing herself to her feet so she wasn’t craning her neck to look up at him quite so much. The sound carried straight into the words, her tone much the same - both amused and completely not, because if she didn't laugh she was going to cry, and if she didn't joke she was going to break.