AFTERMATH- Tahiri/Jacen
He knew. And knew that Tahiri was right. It took a moment, in fact probably many moments. Tahiri stood where she was, not moving, not leaaving his side. Hand on that bump of hers. Her babies, their babies. His eyes caught the small cut on her cheek and his free hand raised to rest against it, press against it, just that little touch of pain to see what she'd do, how she'd react. Nothing that would ever hurt the babies of course but something that was this something that was them.
"They used to say I'd died in the Embrace you know, Mom, Dad, Jaina. They said that what came back after that was different. Was something broken and made again. And maybe they had a point. The Jacen Solo I am, its so different to what I was, to who that man was. He abhorred war. Desested the idea of using the Force to control. He wanted to change the galaxy, to save it with words. Maybe if Anakin had actually sent me back when we argued while preparing for Myrkr, maybe it would have turned out differently. For all of us I guess."
Could he do that though? What she was saying. Help people rebuild, be friends with people, be a father again and not use it as an excuse for what needed to be done. He loved Allana with all his heart but his fears for her upon that white throne had torn a galaxy apart. Who was to say these babies would not bring similar visions.
Or that he'd be any better a father to them than he had been to Allana. Or that his parents had been to him and Jaina.
"Be Jacen Solo." he repeated, staring darkly at her, finger still pressing at the shallow wound.