Tirin made his final preparations for his welcome speech to the new students. Everything had been carefully arranged, and he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day. He glanced around the training grounds, ensuring each detail was perfect—nothing out of place for this important milestone.
Yet, even amid all the meticulous organization, he couldn't shake a sense of sorrow that tugged at his heart. He paused by a window, looking out across the lush courtyard, his mind drifting to Aliris Tremiru. The little blonde, vibrant and promising, was now in a coma. She was in the bacta tank, her life suspended in that fluid, and every time he thought of her, it felt as if something fragile was left unresolved. What happened to her on Lothal still gnawed at him, an unanswered question lingering like a shadow.
This morning had been no different. Before getting to his other duties, he had made his quiet visit to Aliris. He'd grown used to the soft gurgling sound of the bacta tank, the blue light glowing across the medbay, bathing everything in a blue hue. Tirin had spoken to her again—about the academy, about the new students who were arriving today, about how they were all excited to be here, starting their journey.
"You know, Aliris," he said softly, his voice almost swallowed by the rhythmic bubbling,
"I think you would like them. The new students, they remind me a little of you—so eager, so full of life. They don't know it yet, but they're going to be amazing. Just like you. I often talk to them about perseverance, about strength, but it's you who truly showed me what those words mean. The way you keep fighting, even when everything seems so... impossible."
He paused, glancing up at her floating form, the stillness in the bacta.
"I wish you could be there today," he whispered, his voice catching.
"I promise you, Aliris, we're all waiting for you to come back. And when you do, there'll be a place for you here—right where you belong." He told her how proud he was of her, that her strength had inspired the academy. He didn't know if she could hear him, but it didn’t matter. Talking to her brought him comfort, and maybe, just maybe, somewhere deep in the tank, it gave her something too.