Jacen was focused. Everything he was right now was foucused on this fight. On stopping the threat. He had not given himself to the Dark Side though, mearly become what he always was supposed to be. The stratagist, the leader, the tactician. His mind swam with contingincies. Battle outcomes. He could see it, so many varied endings for this fight. So many trigger points and it all came back to Detroit. He didn't know the city, didn't know its significance but it was a battle ground. He couldn't put into words why, only that it would turn the tide, one way or the other.
He'd been kind of harsh with Tahiri lately. Using her to distract himself when things got overwhelming. Less time for talking, for anything resembling a date, if that even was a thing that was happening. No, he'd let her help him clear his mind now and again. A beautiful calm blankness that enabled him to relax. She gave him that for a while and then the plans returned in force.
So when she texted him he decided he would be nicer to her today. Maybe make her something for lunch. Maybe talk, actually talk. Though inviting him to talk in the bedroom was hardly conducive to this as a plan. Really it would be her fault if he got distracted. He pushed open the door and finally at that moment realised what was wrong. He couldn't sense her in the Force. She'd shut down. More than that she'd shut down to him. Something was wrong and he couldn't figure her out. He hated that. "Tahiri?" he asked simply. "You said we needed to talk, is something wrong? Has something happened. Is it Jaina?"