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- Remember you once told me of seeing the galaxy disconnected from the Force? - the Exile asks Visas musingly, leaning on an upper bunk with her elbow. She's been like this for a while now that they're en route to Malachor, and the words are barely the first spoken ever since the Ebon Hawk entered hyperspace. - Yes, I do. What makes you speak of it now? - I wonder... did you ever think of it as an actual one-way connection? - I... don't understand. - Well... how do you think the Force is born? - Can it actually be... born? I think the Force just... is. - But what is it exactly? Visas falls silent and takes a deep breath, thinking. - The ligh

"We all have our heroes. And when we watch them fall, we die inside. She made her choice once. And I did not." Snow and ice, ice and snow. Such an appropriate place for meeting ghosts of the past. All the more this particular ghost. - Atris. - I did not expect to see you again after the day of your sentencing. I thought you had taken the exile's path, wandering the galaxy. Yet you have returned - why? - she is the snow itself. She is the ice. Colder than cryogen, her white robes so fitting, her pale eyes so stinging. And somehow she seems to know the answer to that question better than Meetra does. What are you up to, miss High Councillor?

Seeing a force cage from the inside is some new experience to Carth. The surroundings appear blurry and shifting, but still he can see the other two cages containing his Jedi companions. Both sit still, silent and kneeled, like they usually do while meditating. One would wonder why would a mere republic pilot join those two amongst the key prisoners, but he knows it exactly. Saul. The traitor. His infamous superior, his ruin and his vendetta. Carth can't help but wonder what it would be like, finally seeing that man face to face, looking him in the eyes. The waiting is over though. Here he comes. Carth is the first person the admiral speaks

- You have been troubling me lately, - barely touching my elbow, Bastila doesn't even try to hide her concern anymore, this is the most worried little face I've ever seen. - Evading everyone, hiding, meditating heavily for quite a while... What's on your mind? Is it because you just can't let go... - It's not about... the latest topic we've discussed, no. - Well, that's a relief. But? - But perhaps we do need to talk. - Speak away then. - I believe we should discuss it in private. - I don't like the sound of this... I tilt my head in silence, looking at her, still waiting. She frowns, then nods quickly at the exit for me to follow. We make i

- Hey there, old man. - Yea, sup sonny? - Got a minute to talk? - Bah, like it could help me if I didn't! Go ahead. - Well, first of all... I think I want to thank you. For what you've told me about your wife. And love. Of all the people I've met, you seem to know and understand more than anyone. I value your words highly. I really do. - Ah, don't you go all lyrical on me, my nose would start itching! - Well, I've got something to balance it out then, too. You said the Jedi abandoned you, and I think I understood what you meant. But now I also see that you didn't truly understand their intentions. - Oh, really? Didn't I? - You have actually a