The Eye of the Storm
"Plenty." Jonyna answered, her posture stiffening. "It's why I became a vigilante in my younger years. Survived the purge through the kindness of others, and saw the rise of the first Empire." She frowned, tearing off a piece of steak with her teeth and chewing it with vigor. "...I saw the Empire become a monster. Spent a decade of my life trying to fight against it..."
She looked down at her food. "Then I ended up here. The war was over, we won. But I didn't get any of the glory. Just another footnote in the history books. It was...humbling." She let out a chuckle, her cute laugh showing through for the first time. "When I was younger, that probably would've bothered me. I wanted so badly to be remembered as the hero who took down the Empire. Then I get put in the ice, and some farmboy who's daddy was special swoops in and takes all the fame. But now? It's...weird. I didn't mind it. Because I look at it like this: I've made it farther than even the jedi that my people's history does remember did. I'm a jedi master now, a council member. Sylvar didn't even get that before she died. My place in history is secure. Now...I'm just fighting the good fight because it needs to be fought. Because it's obvious. Will it ever end? I dunno. Maybe. But...for now, I'm protecting the people in front of me. Standing up and inspiring those under me. And making it so the little kitten still inside of me is proud of who she became. What about you? You think the little boy deep down is proud of you?"
She asked it with such innocence, such honest humility, as if she was asking a simple question to a friend. And yet, she was more than just curious to find an answer. It was a test, a quandary designed to gauge what kind of person was before her.
She thought he was cute, but...Jonyna had always been one with a very rigid moral compass, even when it came to her own sexuality.