>"You believe I did what I wanted? You think for a second I wanted to become Sith?”
She wasn’t watching him while he spoke, going on about their grandfather and how none of this was what he wanted, and it doesn’t matter, does it? Because either way, whether he wanted it or he didn’t he still did it and now everyone else has to pay for it and he can just sit there and act all high and mighty, like what he did was helping save tiny orphaned kids on some distant world or something instead of destruction she doesn’t know, doesn’t want to think about, but that she caught flashes of when he opened to her earlier, before she’d forced herself not to look there.
“Whatever. So you’ll do whatever you think you need to do then - it’s not much of a difference, Jacen. And either way,
>"So hate me, and what I did, but don't assume I do what I want. I never have. And yes, it matters what you think.”
“I don’t hate you.” She didn’t, even though she sort of wished she could - it would have been so much easier, hurt so much less. She’s hurt and she’s angry, but she didn’t hate him, and she still wanted to save him. She would, because she had to. But that didn’t mean that right now, she wasn’t furious.
>”But do you understand why I close off from you?"
“Because that way you don’t have to feel guilty when it hurts me. If you can’t feel me, you don’t have to think about it.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes and turned to fix him with a scowl, “Look, just... we’re not going to agree on this. I know we aren’t. Let’s just... drop it, okay?”