Much as this wasn't going perfectly. He wasn’t going to pander to her. She was right, he’d still done it. Sorry as he might have been for how it had happened. He had killed her father and that he wouldn’t deny. It had happened. “I did yes” he said softly, keeping his gaze on her and his expression focused. He wasn’t about to look sad, or unhappy or any of that, she was better than that.
At least she was listening now. That was something. Jacen wasn’t under any illusions about the Hapan Queen. She didn’t trust him and why should she after all he’d done to her. He wasn’t going to push it with her either, there was so little point. She was willing to give him and chance and so she’d take it, and answer her as best he could about what was going on. “Its complex. But from what I can tell its been a war for a long time, longer than this world has had civilisation. They’re never going to get past this war, its fated. They can’t be reasoned with, and so on and so on. Basicly this war will happen no matter what we do and we’ve been drafted in to help with it for some ridiculous reason. They’ve taken people from all sorts of existences, some considered fictional, some not. There’s no pattern that I can work out. But it seems each of us has a purpose. A reason that they’ve taken us.”
It was the only way he could figure it really. Nothing else made sense for them having been taken like this. Him, his sister, his child and her mother. Some higher power had decided that they had a place in this fight and so they were here. In his case he was already dead back home. In damnation for the things he’d done and the horrors he’d caused. He deserved to be there too. They both knew it, so maybe this was penance. But what had the others done. Jaina, Tenel Ka or Allana. What had any of them done to deserve this?
“Its not the worst place in the world to be, if you can stand having me around that is?”