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Tahiri Veila (jeedaiveila) wrote in wariscoming,

Tahiri was a talker. Everyone knew this - if Tahiri wasn’t talking at lightspeed, something was going on, either with her personally, or a situation that demanded quiet. Of course, she’d been quieter, lately - since her capture by the Yuuzhan Vong, especially, but also since Mykyr and ending up in Lawrence. Tonight, though, she’d been even more quiet.

She hadn’t tried to be - she was happy to have everyone together, it didn’t happen often even back where she was from (never would again, now, with Anakin dead and Jacen missing, captured, just a matter of time before he went dark), and even though most of them didn’t know her nearly as well as the versions of them she remembered, she wanted it to be a nice night. Tahiri had tried to have conversations - but a lot of the time either Jacen would say something and she’d feel like she wasn’t supposed to respond (because Anakin was doing that glaring brooding thing that meant he thought Jacen was going to, like, turn her Sith just by looking at her, never mind that she had some say in that), or that if she started a conversation it would end up the same way.

She was mostly fine with Jacen, as long as he wasn’t talking about creepy things like how she’d been his apprentice in her future, or upsetting Anakin - but that was the problem. Everything about the situation seemed to upset Anakin. Part of her was annoyed at him about it - spoiling the night with his moodiness, not having any fun, brooding again, some more, forever, and acting like she wasn’t able to take care of herself enough to have dinner or possibly exchange words with the guy who supposedly was someday going to be her Sith Master or whatever, like at least half of the future Jacen was talking about hadn’t been her giving in to it.

And she wasn’t going to do that. Not here, and not once she got back, if she had to go, someday. She hoped she never did - and that Anakin never did, too, because once he disappeared he’d be dead again, and she’d be alone again, and she wasn’t completely sure she wouldn’t fall into exactly the same patterns the future version of her that Jacen knew had fallen into, if that happened. She was always stronger with Anakin around, after all.

Speaking of Anakin, he was brooding again.

She folded her arms, standing in the doorway and watching him for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable way to break the alarming silence between them. She was tired of chattering without having anything to say that didn't loop back around to you died, you were dead, you left me behind somehow, and he was always quiet - and it just... it was weird.

She settled for sitting next to him, tugging at his arm until it was looped around her shoulders, and leaning against him. “Stop thinking so much. You’re gonna blow up your brain, and then what are you gonna do? You'll have to get by on your looks.”