Too Stubborn To Die
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Tag: Briana Sal-Soren
Gatz had hoped that a shower might clear his head, and wash away his fear. He'd been wrong.
The vision lingered in his mind, playing over and over again. It was vivid, almost unnaturally so: even now, he could describe it down to the very last detail. Gatz experienced nightmares on a near nightly basis, but never before had he been able to recall one with such accuracy. Never had one felt so... real.
That was why he was certain that it was no dream at all.
But worse than the dream itself, was the fact that what the Other said was coming true. Here he was, briskly making his way through the Jedi Temple in the middle of the night, in only a t-shirt, flannel sweats, and slippers. Here he was, on his way to Briana's door, with fear compounding in his heart with every step. And yet he couldn't stop himself. He knew he was only furthering the chance of this future becoming reality, but he marched for his friend's room anyways.
But what else was there to do? Who else could he turn to? Who would better understand than Briana, who experienced visions herself?
And who understood him better than Briana, who'd spent months with his mind bleeding into hers?
Even now—strangled by his own terror, and with the understanding that he was doing exactly what his vision had told him he would—going to Briana felt like the only thing to do. The mind meld was severed, and they were both better off for it. But the Force still flowed as strongly between them as ever. Was that a residual side effect of the meld, still lingering? Or was that the reason the meld happened in the first place?
Gatz didn't know. Didn't care. He was just thankful for it; thankful that he could feel her presence, no matter where she was in the Temple. It was the only reason he knew that she was in her room—the only reason he could pinpoint her room in the first place.
And then he was there, standing outside the door. Fear almost compelled him to pound on the frame. Guilt almost compelled him to walk away. He needed to talk to her... and yet, it was really late. Couldn't it wait until morning? But... he wouldn't sleep tonight if he didn't do this now. But didn't she deserve her sleep? She only had three students to train, a terrorist cell to deal with, a cousin who'd had her arm lopped off by said terrorist cell, and a brother who was being a dipshit.
He should just walk away. Except... if she was up, then she already knew that he was at her door. And it would be pretty weird of him to just stand outside her door for three minutes, doing nothing, only to walk away...
Gatz knocked lightly before he lost his nerve.
"Rich Girl," he hated the tremor in his voice, "I know it's late, and I'm sorry, but are you awake? I... I really need to talk to you."