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Healing Wounds
Location: Harbinger, Medical Ship, Recovery Room
Tag:
Tamsin Graves
Gear: Medical Gown
Alana leaned back slightly in her seat, arms crossed loosely, red eyes watching Tamsin with a quiet intensity as she listened. The hum of the lights filled the silence between words, but she didn't interrupt. Not once. She was far more interested in learning about the girl she had danced with prior.
When Tamsin finished and turned the question back on her, Alana didn't answer right away. She gave a soft snort instead, almost amused—but there was no humor in it.
"Well… hell of a thing to carry around," She muttered, more to herself than anyone else.
"Makes a girl feel a little under qualified, being in such rare company…I’ sorry you were dealt such a hard hand, Tamsin."
She glanced over again, her expression softening, though there was still something guarded behind her gaze.
"But you're not just a tool, y'know. I've seen tools. Cold, dead things. You ain't one of those."
Then, with a dry chuckle, she added,
"As for me…I guess I'm a little messier. Raised on Nar Shaddaa, my parents ran with gangs, did things they probably shouldn’t have proud of….its really foggy, honestly. I remember Dantooine, just flashes really. I remember being happy, once. Faces of people that I’ve lost, people I’ve loved…”
A soft smile came to her face as she recalled an older man. A set of gentle hands on her shoulder, trying to help her aim a rifle. Helping her learn how to track, teaching her how to pilot-
Standing before a freshly dug grave.
Her smile vanished. Guess happy endings didn’t run in the family.
“Being honest, I don’t even know where I get my name from. I have so many gaps in my mind, I feel like…a damn moon or something. Just full of holes."
She trailed off, her jaw clenching slightly before continuing in a lower voice. Her gaze remained fixated on the ground, pondering to herself.
"I know, I bounced around. I took bounties, got into trouble, did some real questionable things. But, well one mission went south. Then the Sith got me. Then….I wake up and I’m here., sometimes I go to bed, and I’ll wake up in my armor, no clue how I got there. It just…I feel like I have no control of it at times."
Her eyes flicked back to Tamsin.
"I guess that’s why I keep following you—there’s something inside of me too. Something jusr, wrong. It feels like… someone just hallowed me out. Like they were taking my soul apart, piece by piece, until I don't know where I start and where-"
She stopped herself, feeling a tightened forming in her chest, an unfamiliarity starting to come over her.
She forced herself into silence as she tried to catch her breath.
She let the silence stretch for a moment before finishing, a little quieter,
"I know there’s nothing I can do. I know that, but it helps when you aren’t alone. I guess that’s what I’m saying."
Then, like a switch flipping, she leaned back again, expression easing.
"But hey, don't let me get all sentimental. You're doing pretty good on your feet again. That's what matters right now."