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He remembered those days, when the two were younger. In an elevator to the Up-City of Denon, always Denon. He could never escape it in full, no matter how hard Corin tried. A stain on his memories, burned, singed and seared into them all for better or worse. Likely worse. All the same, Corin remembered them. The time the two of them spoke of their futures, of their suspected roles in the Jedi. He said guardian, frontline soldier, somewhere between all the freshly made bodies with the burden of carrying their loss on his shoulders. He turned into a sentinel, just like Dagon. He crawled into the depths of the undercities and made use of wit and guile as much as his fists and hidden blasters. A lightsaber would scarcely do, would only ever serve to paint a hefty target. Iris thought she would be a shadow, like her own master. Ended up a healer, devoting her time and life to fixing others when Corin otherwise tore them down. A strange world; worlds. The galaxy had countless twists and turns carved into it.
With the self-imposed eviction from Denon, Corin re-entered the fold of the Galactic Alliance proper. With it came the need to see old faces, those he neglected with his time playing vigilante and lawmaker. That work was over, now there was new work to begin. His poorly thrown together freighter managed to land itself in one of the hangars of the Dawnbreaker, something Jasper cooked up - to no surprise, the kid had a knack for mechanics.
Corin trawled through the hangar bays and hallways, searching ever-so-lazily for the medical bays. That's where he was told to find her at least. It was clean, quiet, though with the ever warmly welcoming Jedi and Alliance personnel that forced those feelings of mistrust in Corin. An instinct, one that would take time to overcome. He wished to think it could be different, maybe now with the Silver Jedi gone it could be. Since their time as a padawan, his cohort learned well enough of his views on the Silvers. Unfair as his criticism was at times. Skewed with personal bias.
Though Corin saw her then. His eyes moved beyond the glass frame that shielded the halls from the medical room, one with equal parts sterile light and green, verdant life. To be expected of a Jedi healer, the space between the medical and mystics. With the press of a button the door opened and Corin could only so much as stand there in the doorframe.
"Hey."
It was all he could muster.
