Nathan was stock still, eyes straight ahead as he watched them all dance.
He didn't seem to move or breathe as he sat, looking immaculate, hands placed flat on the table, expression frozen in its grim state as always.
He didn't understand what made places like this so special to others. He was still trying to wrap his head around it.
"Hey Nathan!"
Nathan snapped his attention to a
well dressed Jedi Padawan in her twenties that he had worked with on Kirdo 3, named Kinea Lewellyn.
"You are the
last person I expected to show." Kinea chirped.
"Guess it wasn't just
me I'm surprising." Nathan noted dryly.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked.
"It's a free league, last I looked." Nathan replied.
Kinea took a seat next to him.
"League Navy is renovating that Battle Cruiser we found. That sucker was surprisingly
intact for such an old vessel." she mentioned.
"I've been on one before." Nathan remarked. "It'll do its job."
"The best part is we didn't have to kill anyone to get it. I know a lot of Jedi who would have made at least one corpse taking that ship." Kinea replied, resting her arms at the table.
"Have you tried the food?"
"I never eat or drink at public gatherings. Removes avenues for assassination attempts."
Kinea blinked. "But this event was sponsored by a Jedi Charity. We're in League territory."
"The enemy never stops looking for chances."
"But the enemy isn't always around." Kinea countered.
"Explain the attack on Coruscant by the Maw. Explain the Senator of Epoch turning out to be Darth Solipsis."
"Those were special circumstances."
"Which happen to prove the rule." Nathan answered back stoically. "Jedi are slaughtered on their own property throughout history. Sometimes it's treachery, other times it's overwhelming force or unforeseen disaster. Or a mix. Point is, it happens."
"You sound like you don't believe in peace."
Nathan shook his head. "Never said that. Peace is
not a lie... but I simply never expect it to
last long. Peace
does ebb and flow in this profession."
"You constantly expect the worst." Kinea noted with sadness.
"I don't
expect it. I am simply
prepared for it...there is a difference.
"But where's the room for happiness? Fulfillment of purpose?"
"My capacity for that is...
muted..." Nathan explained, cracking a knuckle. "As for fulfilling my purpose...I have a purpose."
"What is it?" Kinea asked, leaning a little closer in genuine curiosity.
Nathan leaned back in his seat.
"That's my problem." he answered quietly but in a pointed manner.
She frowned. "But you've said so much...you don't trust me?" she asked innocently.
"Not a matter of trust. You're capable and intelligent, and the Kirdo 3 job would have been vastly more difficult without your assistance..."
"There's always a 'but' after a statement like that." Kinea muttered.
"
However..." Nathan began. "I prefer not to involve you in it."
Kinea shrugged, but nodded in understanding.
"I hope some day you feel comfortable enough to tell
someone..." Kinea replied politely, sitting up.
She held out her hand.
"But perhaps you're not too uncomfortable to dance?"
Nathan almost refused, but he remembered that Moya had told him to think of this 'outing' as therapy.
"As it happens, I am not." Nathan replied in a chilled but polite tone.
He stood up, took her hand. They began doing a simple two-step on the ballroom floor.
"So where you from?" she asked as they danced amidst the others on the floor.
"Does it matter?" he calmly asked right back. "People come in from the cold all the time...a broken land here, a shattered temple there. A meadow. All sorts of places."
"Words from someone who doesn't want to remember..."
"Why are you so interested?" Nathan asked as they completed a spin with hands clasped together.
"The League
does do background checks. Even the Wild Knights. You're a
ghost, Nathan. You literally
don't exist before you showed up on Sullust scavving. What the hell did you do to get so utterly
erased?
"Find a large enough hole, and you'll
always be able to bury yourself."
"Is that what you did? Bury yourself?"
Nathan shrugged. "In a sense."
Nathan blinked and Kinea had been replaced by his wife, who greatly resembled
Laertia Io
. Lysandra still was in the black biker leathers she wore the day Darth Phyre had murdered her, and the places where Phyre's Lightsaber had dismembered her were still visible, in the form of horrific burn scars.
"
You voided our sacrifice." the illusion of Lysandra whispered scathingly.
Nathan flinched and pulled away from Kinea.
"Nathan?" Kinea called out in concern, reaching for him.
"Sorry..." Nathan got out, barely keeping it together. "I...I need some air..."
Nathan stumbled away from the ballroom floor, clutching his head...
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