you can call me great one

Last night Jaina had met with her dead little brother. It had kind of thrown off her week.

The weird thing was, Jaina mostly felt better for it. If you'd asked her three days ago how she would react to Anakin Solo wandering around and letting her hug him because she could actually touch him, she probably would have yelled and stomped off because that was a cruel question. But at the same time... she got to see Anakin again. It wouldn't ever fix things or make it all better, but at least there was some sort of closure. There was also a lot of guilt that the rest of her family back home didn't get that, questions of whether she should tell them about this, an urge to check on Tahiri, and then a listen to radio told her that her dead grandmother should be walking around here, too.

So a day later Jaina was going to the one person who just tended to add some sense of normalcy to even this sort of thing, and knocked on the door to #-1, hoping he was okay with this.


[For he who lives there.]

It was hard for Jaina to shut her brain off enough to get to sleep these days, which she found annoying. Often enough she wondered just how bad she'd be cheating if she just knocked herself out with a trance, and while she was never going to actually do it, it did seem really tempting some nights.

( Times like this, it was a really good thing she didn't. )