"You entirely expected something would explode didn't you?" he asked her with the barest hint of a Solo smirk. He was not okay. In no streach of any imagination was he okay. But he could deal with this. He had to deal with this, even with the glarey apprentice informing him under no circumstances was he to make things worse with the war just so he could bring it to its conclusion. "Look, the end of this is coming soon. I've seen it, its vauge and its ever changing but its going to happen and its going to happen in a place called Detroit. I'm not sure what that means or anything but...there it is. So we'll see it through. Or more to the point I will. You'll be hapilly living in a bubble. It'll be a nice bubble. Good views of the wider world."
He was only half kidding about the bubble. Tahiri as far as he was concerned was benched now and would remain that way for the forseeable. He would not risk her before, he certainly wouldn't do so now. Espeically as apparently she needed him. Funny thing of course was that they weren't 'in love', they never had been, not really. They were just, them. Darker than the norm, with overtones that most people would chalk up to Jacen being more controlling than most but then it worked for them. And Tahiri had always consented to being what she was to him.
"We'll work this out. We have to work this out. I think very much that we have a lot to talk about. But right now I'd like to know how you are besides terrified, cause that part I can't even begin to help with. But I will be here. I'm not going anywhere"