Kel stood on the balcony overlooking the strange garden in the even stranger cave that made up the safe house. A cup of coffee in his hand, the other one resting on the healing wound. Kaytren had done well stitching him up once more. She had been exhausted after the healing session but he hoped that she had found a good night's sleep. It had been a very strange healing session. Several by now as she had been here for about a week maybe two now. He couldn't shake the feeling that she should hate him or at least be upset with him. After all she had just found out that he had been there on Stormro's ship. That he had left her without helping her even though he risked a lot by saving Ashlin's life. She had just found out why he dissappeared all the time Ashlin came around. She had just found out that he had a safe house full of staff taking care of children who had been subjected to the darkside. Secret for secret, a fact that had made him an outsider in the Jedi Order time and time again and still she liked him.
As the children played in the artifical garden he took another sip. He pondered about this strange relationship. He remembered his uprsing being trained as a Jedi and a Mandalorian. Losing his first master to a darkside cult and then turning to a warlord on a backwater planet. In all his life he had never been a good person but stuck to principles substituting hope with willpower. Kaytren on the other hand... for all he knew she had been an idealist crushing against the unforgiving truths of a cold and uncaring galaxy. She had lost her idealism at least once, she had been thrown into depression and had been stripped bare of all hope and suffered through so much personal drama and yet she instilled hope. He on the other hand might have suffered even more but it had never or at least rarely ever been personal yet all he could give others was grim determination. He smiled to himself shaking his head. Both of them were quite similar and yet so incredibly different. Maybe one day the difference would vanish, maybe one day he would be a Jedi master and not a mere knight dashing through shadows hunting in the darkness the wicked and giving a chance to the lost.
He straightened his back and tilted his head slightly without looking backwards: "It's quite nice of you to lead Kaytren here, Olcoran, but hand back the seeds you stole." He turned around, a calm face and only a slight disappointment marking his face as he looked directly at the young Chiss who flashed a smile put the seeds back and ran off before anyone could get any more ideas. "I'm sorry he is highly intelligent but get's bored so easily. I hope you have slept well. On the table over there you find water, tea and coffee as well as milk and sugar. Have you ate already?" He eyed Kaytren not hiding his emotions as he was unsure if she was still fine with him.
A light in the shadows
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She smiled to herself at the young Chiss boy's hasty retreat, and slipped the tiny seed pouch back into a pocket. Kaytren wore a borrowed pair of trousers that fit her well enough, along with her own cream colored tunic. The Jedi woman had begun leaving her cloak and boots in the guest room for the past few days. She reminded herself to take a quick inventory of her cloak pockets later, but none of that was any matter, really. As she came to the end of reasonably worthwhile thoughts to distract herself with, Kaytren breathed out in a quiet sigh. The firelight in her expression burned with a quiet strength and sincerity when she turned her to gaze toward the man on the balcony. Respect for others’ privacy was dearly important to the Healer and empath, but it felt crystal clear to her that an awkwardness stood between she and Kel. Some of that emotion came from him, and whatever thoughts he'd held so privately in his own mind for years now. But she looked at her own emotions honestly, too, and acknowledged that a fair share of the new discomfort and hesitation were her own. Relief washed over her when Kel finally turned around to look at her face. She dipped her head in a small nod.
“Thank you. Yes, I had some breakfast.”
Still, Kaytren stepped to the table and fixed a cup of coffee for herself with milk and a little sugar. She glanced to verify that Kel had enough drink left in his own cup, and then took a sip from her coffee. The dark-haired woman joined Kel at the balcony railing. For a moment, she was all Healer as she eyed the man from head to toe with a discerning expression, watching him for any signs of concealed pain under his hand or the bandages, or for any returning infection or taint at the worst of the bite marks. When she was satisfied that all was recovering it should, she glanced out at the cavern garden.
(Peace.)
Eventually she looked back to Kel, slightly adjusting her right hand to better soak in the heat from the coffee mug
“Those weeks… were not my favorite,” Kaytren acknowledged in one of the understatements of her lifetime. She remembered the first night of nauseous shaking in this home, when Kel's injuries were tended enough that she'd left him for a night, only to find that rest complete escaped her. She'd left her room eventually, finding her way into the cavern garden for a few hours. Kaytren gently pulled a small tress of hair loose from her braid, giving her fingers the excuse to brush the stray bit of hair neatly behind her ear. She sipped from her cup again, and offered Kel a small shrug of her shoulders.
“You had... some other mission, I assume? And you put it first... We've all had to do that. We're Jedi. Ashlin wasn't then. She mattered more than anything else to me. When she was alive, and then the Grey got her taken safe away... I had other help, but with that I could manage it. You risked all your work and did what you could for her... I'm ashamed, but I'm more grateful than anything else, Kel. There aren't enough words for how grateful.”
“Thank you. Yes, I had some breakfast.”
Still, Kaytren stepped to the table and fixed a cup of coffee for herself with milk and a little sugar. She glanced to verify that Kel had enough drink left in his own cup, and then took a sip from her coffee. The dark-haired woman joined Kel at the balcony railing. For a moment, she was all Healer as she eyed the man from head to toe with a discerning expression, watching him for any signs of concealed pain under his hand or the bandages, or for any returning infection or taint at the worst of the bite marks. When she was satisfied that all was recovering it should, she glanced out at the cavern garden.
(Peace.)
Eventually she looked back to Kel, slightly adjusting her right hand to better soak in the heat from the coffee mug
“Those weeks… were not my favorite,” Kaytren acknowledged in one of the understatements of her lifetime. She remembered the first night of nauseous shaking in this home, when Kel's injuries were tended enough that she'd left him for a night, only to find that rest complete escaped her. She'd left her room eventually, finding her way into the cavern garden for a few hours. Kaytren gently pulled a small tress of hair loose from her braid, giving her fingers the excuse to brush the stray bit of hair neatly behind her ear. She sipped from her cup again, and offered Kel a small shrug of her shoulders.
“You had... some other mission, I assume? And you put it first... We've all had to do that. We're Jedi. Ashlin wasn't then. She mattered more than anything else to me. When she was alive, and then the Grey got her taken safe away... I had other help, but with that I could manage it. You risked all your work and did what you could for her... I'm ashamed, but I'm more grateful than anything else, Kel. There aren't enough words for how grateful.”
I will not be made useless. I won't be idle with despair. I will gather myself around my faith, for it's Light the Darkness most fears.
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His eyes followed the young Chiss out the door and a dark thought crept into his mind questioning if the young boy would ever be safe and sound or at one point turn to a far more dangerous hobby. There was so much potential but he himself knew how much fun it could be to pose as a crime lord. In his case it has been a decoy ever so often to get closer to a target using a darker approach for higher purpose. For Olcoran it might have been just a game turning reality. He hoped the best for the kid but expected the worst considering the galaxy they lived in. One way or another with the education the kids received here all of them would be well off.
He nodded acknowledging her breakfast claim and watched her as she prepared a coffee for herself. She looked better now than back when he first had met her. Not that it was hard to look better after being imprisoned, tortured and pushed to one's limits. As she eyed him, he eyed her. One looking for injuries and infections, the other one looking for darkside and taint. They were a strange couple indeed, Kaytren the healing hand and conscience of the Order, he the swift death without a heart. Peace versus storm.
He looked at her when she started to talk about the time back when she had been imprisoned. He had kept away from her as he had expected his presence to be an open wound. Like his occupation was a no-go for so many Jedi that many preferred to forget about him and his kind. Yet here she was standing there so vulnerable and yet so strong, remembering one of her worst times with the man who could have ended it far sooner. More than that she was grateful. It felt quite strange, alien to him to be treated like that and he had no idea what it did to her. The bodies might have been renewed but Kel himself was centuries old. Born prior the Clone Wars, a full fledged Jedi for several years by then. He hailed from a different time, a very different mindset and a lack of any realistic relation. All Jedi had their fair share of putting a mission over something else. Did they? He couldn't remember but he remembered that he had done this. Over and over again. Fivehundred or more blackened reports worth of short missions rotting in an archive told one story, fourty-something of long term assignments lasting for at least three years and overlapping at times told of horrors beyond. Standing so close to one of the purer if not purest Jedi he couldn't help but accept once more the distrust his superiors had for him over and over again. There was a good reason why he had never been promoted to Jedi Master.
"Yes, there was a mission and not much I could do without drawing too much attention." Too much attention he had drawn. To escape scrutiny he had had to murder an important bystander on the ship. Important enough to be an interesting mole not important enough to put himself in more jeopardy. He had burned his smokescreen and had to cut himself off from the outside once again being labelled as MIA therefore. Details for the bureaucrats. "Far too often we have to decide who lives and dies. At times the line gets blurred and the question remains what is more important?" He shook his head clearing his thoughts.
"I am sorry this was unasked for. The thoughts of an old man." He didn't look his age. His current body maybe in his starting thirties. A clone of the original Kel still bound to a mission with a record only viewable by twelve council members. His age also obscurred. Before Kaytren had been born someone managed to gather enough information in a decade's work to put his name into different times, believing it was a title given to each man. "I hope you forgive my bluntness but... I tried to stay away from you, to keep you from memories dark like those. Yet... if you wanna talk, I am here."
He nodded acknowledging her breakfast claim and watched her as she prepared a coffee for herself. She looked better now than back when he first had met her. Not that it was hard to look better after being imprisoned, tortured and pushed to one's limits. As she eyed him, he eyed her. One looking for injuries and infections, the other one looking for darkside and taint. They were a strange couple indeed, Kaytren the healing hand and conscience of the Order, he the swift death without a heart. Peace versus storm.
He looked at her when she started to talk about the time back when she had been imprisoned. He had kept away from her as he had expected his presence to be an open wound. Like his occupation was a no-go for so many Jedi that many preferred to forget about him and his kind. Yet here she was standing there so vulnerable and yet so strong, remembering one of her worst times with the man who could have ended it far sooner. More than that she was grateful. It felt quite strange, alien to him to be treated like that and he had no idea what it did to her. The bodies might have been renewed but Kel himself was centuries old. Born prior the Clone Wars, a full fledged Jedi for several years by then. He hailed from a different time, a very different mindset and a lack of any realistic relation. All Jedi had their fair share of putting a mission over something else. Did they? He couldn't remember but he remembered that he had done this. Over and over again. Fivehundred or more blackened reports worth of short missions rotting in an archive told one story, fourty-something of long term assignments lasting for at least three years and overlapping at times told of horrors beyond. Standing so close to one of the purer if not purest Jedi he couldn't help but accept once more the distrust his superiors had for him over and over again. There was a good reason why he had never been promoted to Jedi Master.
"Yes, there was a mission and not much I could do without drawing too much attention." Too much attention he had drawn. To escape scrutiny he had had to murder an important bystander on the ship. Important enough to be an interesting mole not important enough to put himself in more jeopardy. He had burned his smokescreen and had to cut himself off from the outside once again being labelled as MIA therefore. Details for the bureaucrats. "Far too often we have to decide who lives and dies. At times the line gets blurred and the question remains what is more important?" He shook his head clearing his thoughts.
"I am sorry this was unasked for. The thoughts of an old man." He didn't look his age. His current body maybe in his starting thirties. A clone of the original Kel still bound to a mission with a record only viewable by twelve council members. His age also obscurred. Before Kaytren had been born someone managed to gather enough information in a decade's work to put his name into different times, believing it was a title given to each man. "I hope you forgive my bluntness but... I tried to stay away from you, to keep you from memories dark like those. Yet... if you wanna talk, I am here."
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‘Yes. There was a mission, and not much I could…’
Kaytren did her best to listen to every word Kel spoke, though she heard him as if there was water in her ears... Or that Force-forsaken bacta. The Healer set her cup on the rail and looked down at the cavern garden. She slowly twisted her hands around each other, her left hand gently bracing her right while she curled and straightened each finger in turn.
She wore long sleeves to the wrists. That was customary enough among the Jedi. Her right hand would always ache when she remembered to notice it; but her hands were whole, and it didn’t bother her so much. They’d been repaired so well that it was… difficult to remember that she’d been left with a seared stub and an infected wreck of a crushed hand in those ugly nights when Kel must have first been watching her. What could anyone be expected to think of her when they first met her as a feverish, half-dead healer with no hands? She should have been dead in another day, except that the evil ones had no intention of letting her go so quickly.
Kel had done what he could for her daughter before he set the infant back on the floor and abandoned them. Ashlin had been left vulnerable… but she was alive. The baby was stolen back to safe arms soon enough. It was possible Kel played some small part in that rescue, but Kaytren had decided she wasn’t going to ask him. Whatever difficult emotions she felt, she had no words to express how grateful she was for whatever combination of miracles had allowed her beautiful six year old child to be born into that, and still be carried home safe and unharmed. Kaytren would never be able to thank the Force, or Kel, or anyone else enough for that.
Then… as for herself... Kel had left her for agony and death while a nest of infighting Sith pinned their hatred and bitterness toward the whole Order on a single person. Was she resentful toward him about that? Did she have any right to be? She thought about it for a few more moments on the balcony. The conclusion she came to eventually wasn’t any different than the one she’d found in her mind over the sleepless night before this. Emotionally, she didn't thank him for walking away in that moment. But she had said “Yes” to the Force and “Yes” to the Order time and time again in her life. She'd made her promises, and she’d given up her life and expectations away a long time ago. Kel was older than she was. Jas had made that much clear to her, even without the little that she’d seen of the man’s records. Whatever else he was, Kel had made the same vows to an order of Jedi that was even more rigid. If she had qualms with him for walking away, her grievance was with the past and the whole Order. Kaytren already knew that she’d find a way to tend to that on a larger scale before the next generation of younglings was grown. But it wouldn’t be today. Today was for smaller things.
‘I am sorry this was unasked for.’
Her last sip of warm coffee and cream soured into memories of metallic tastes and thick-tongued dehydration. She looked over at Kel’s face, but his body language didn’t seem eager to meet her eyes again. The Healer glanced back down at her cup of caf. The mug was warm against her hands, but the scent had gone rancid in her mind. She knew the cold knot in the pit of her stomach would not forgive her if she took another sip.
Kaytren stepped closer to Kel and the railing, but stopped few feet further along the balcony. She could manage remembering ashes and the taste of thirst with enough peace leftover to share with Kel. Being reminded of the sick-sweet senses in the rest of that time…. No. Kaytren poured the last bit of her caf gently into a potted tree beside the balcony before temptation or politeness could trick her into taking another sip.
“There was another child,” she said quietly to the air off the balcony. “A boy, human I think. Maybe seven. I didn't see him alive. They said he was a youngling, but so many records were destroyed at Uvena that I don’t know if that was true. It wouldn't matter if he was one of theirs or some lost one pulled off a street. He was a child they killed and carved up to mock me with. They were ugly with everything. I still gag trying not to choke on the taste.”
She sat on the tile floor and rested the side of her head against the railing.
“I don’t know. There’s not much I want. I grieved him. I’ve felt sick for him for years. I wished I knew who he was, or at least that someone else would remember him too.”
Kaytren did her best to listen to every word Kel spoke, though she heard him as if there was water in her ears... Or that Force-forsaken bacta. The Healer set her cup on the rail and looked down at the cavern garden. She slowly twisted her hands around each other, her left hand gently bracing her right while she curled and straightened each finger in turn.
She wore long sleeves to the wrists. That was customary enough among the Jedi. Her right hand would always ache when she remembered to notice it; but her hands were whole, and it didn’t bother her so much. They’d been repaired so well that it was… difficult to remember that she’d been left with a seared stub and an infected wreck of a crushed hand in those ugly nights when Kel must have first been watching her. What could anyone be expected to think of her when they first met her as a feverish, half-dead healer with no hands? She should have been dead in another day, except that the evil ones had no intention of letting her go so quickly.
Kel had done what he could for her daughter before he set the infant back on the floor and abandoned them. Ashlin had been left vulnerable… but she was alive. The baby was stolen back to safe arms soon enough. It was possible Kel played some small part in that rescue, but Kaytren had decided she wasn’t going to ask him. Whatever difficult emotions she felt, she had no words to express how grateful she was for whatever combination of miracles had allowed her beautiful six year old child to be born into that, and still be carried home safe and unharmed. Kaytren would never be able to thank the Force, or Kel, or anyone else enough for that.
Then… as for herself... Kel had left her for agony and death while a nest of infighting Sith pinned their hatred and bitterness toward the whole Order on a single person. Was she resentful toward him about that? Did she have any right to be? She thought about it for a few more moments on the balcony. The conclusion she came to eventually wasn’t any different than the one she’d found in her mind over the sleepless night before this. Emotionally, she didn't thank him for walking away in that moment. But she had said “Yes” to the Force and “Yes” to the Order time and time again in her life. She'd made her promises, and she’d given up her life and expectations away a long time ago. Kel was older than she was. Jas had made that much clear to her, even without the little that she’d seen of the man’s records. Whatever else he was, Kel had made the same vows to an order of Jedi that was even more rigid. If she had qualms with him for walking away, her grievance was with the past and the whole Order. Kaytren already knew that she’d find a way to tend to that on a larger scale before the next generation of younglings was grown. But it wouldn’t be today. Today was for smaller things.
‘I am sorry this was unasked for.’
Her last sip of warm coffee and cream soured into memories of metallic tastes and thick-tongued dehydration. She looked over at Kel’s face, but his body language didn’t seem eager to meet her eyes again. The Healer glanced back down at her cup of caf. The mug was warm against her hands, but the scent had gone rancid in her mind. She knew the cold knot in the pit of her stomach would not forgive her if she took another sip.
Kaytren stepped closer to Kel and the railing, but stopped few feet further along the balcony. She could manage remembering ashes and the taste of thirst with enough peace leftover to share with Kel. Being reminded of the sick-sweet senses in the rest of that time…. No. Kaytren poured the last bit of her caf gently into a potted tree beside the balcony before temptation or politeness could trick her into taking another sip.
“There was another child,” she said quietly to the air off the balcony. “A boy, human I think. Maybe seven. I didn't see him alive. They said he was a youngling, but so many records were destroyed at Uvena that I don’t know if that was true. It wouldn't matter if he was one of theirs or some lost one pulled off a street. He was a child they killed and carved up to mock me with. They were ugly with everything. I still gag trying not to choke on the taste.”
She sat on the tile floor and rested the side of her head against the railing.
“I don’t know. There’s not much I want. I grieved him. I’ve felt sick for him for years. I wished I knew who he was, or at least that someone else would remember him too.”
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It was hard for him to look up. He knew exactly where Kaytren was standing, he could sense the tension as the taste of her drink turned sour in the darkness of those memories. He knew how straining this talk might feel but at the same time it was nothing more than knowledge based on observation. On memories so distant to him. On the one side stood a Jedi matured into her emotions and strong enough to face and accept them, on the other side stood a shadow of what Jedi should be. Once again Kel realized that if there ever was one desire in his life than it was to be able to stand in the light like other Jedi. To be able to feel like other people and not break the world down in shards of grey with no definitive light or dark, with no simple answers only smaller evils to chose from.
As she poured the caf into the pot he couldn't help but ponder if sometimes he himself had caused such a reaction when being reacitvated. His mind had been transferred from body to body several times over the span of his whole life. He had been frozen and put into stasis over and over again, to be sent on missions no real Jedi could or would do. Most of the time people looked concerned when the reactivation protocol had been completed and never was he too sure if it was because of him or the situation. Or because of vivid dreams of a time he couldn't recollect to be his timeline. Of a time where people would call him Jedi Lord or Lord of Light. Swamped were the memories of his real youth and at times strong the recollections of his forefathers.
So he stood there: a broken tool in a situation he was not trained for, trying to figure out how to comfort this woman who brought up all those insecurities and differences by her mere existance. And yet she didn't flee from him. She showed no sign of disgust or ill will towards him while both of them were caught and entangled in their own thoughts, memories and minds. Kaytren Li, healer and Jedi Master of the Bakuran Order was utterly fascinating Kel. The stark contrast between the two of them got him thinking and pondering made him question his normal isolation from the Jedi Order and so he took a leap of faith...
He tapped into his understanding of Ashla and opened his mind to it's light. He reached out into this vast ocean of warm and pureness of energy and wrapped it like a blanket around not only himself but Kaytren as well. Similar and yet so different to how he shared the innermost light of himself with a sickly Ashlin, he now tried use it as an offering of shelter from the darkness of days in the past. A light of warmth and peace most often used to disintegrate the emanations of the dark side and to keep himself on the right path. And while the use of this power came as easy to him as breathing he respectfully kept himself from simply forcing this pure energy upon Kaytren, instead allowing her to chose if she wanted to get under this metaphorical blanket to fend off the cold and darkness or to stay out of it. After all they were just getting to know each another.
"I remember the child. As much as my work might keep me distant from the Order I try to remember those who are innocent. Especially if there would be noone else to remember them. In this case...", Kel, who was looking at Kaytren since he had started to reach out with the Force since she has started to talk about the boy, shortly looked away but with an anewed determination to try his best to comfort her and work through this with her together started talking: "Allen Dorshen, he was born on Bimmisaari and taken in by a Watchman of the Order after he had sensed a slight affinity to the Force. Both parents live in poverty and where happy that their child could escape their life. I visited there and planted three trees bearing fruits. Luckily the Bimm are quite fond of great gestures and agreed to take care of the trees and to offer the fruits to poor for free."
His thoughts shortly dwelled on the human family on Bimmisaari who were so proud of their son who would help to maintain peace in the universe. Even though they knew they would never see him again, this pride had kept them warm. Warm enough to overcome the dreary depression of unemployment and try to find a work. To then work a soulless job with pride and have a second child, a girl this time who would hear stories about her brother. Who with five years told a stranger about a brother she had never met and in her enthusiasm would not realize that the can suddenly hurdling over the street in several feet distance where her doing as the Force was quite stronger in her than in her brother. Kel had left her with her parents back then. They were happy together and if the Force willed it another Watchman would find her. Or she would have a happy life with a happy family.
Kel offered to share those memories of the five days on Bimmisaari with Kaytren. Not sure if it would make her sad or happy to hear about the family and how things went for them. After all: life was not fair but from different perspectives sometimes incredibly beautiful.
As she poured the caf into the pot he couldn't help but ponder if sometimes he himself had caused such a reaction when being reacitvated. His mind had been transferred from body to body several times over the span of his whole life. He had been frozen and put into stasis over and over again, to be sent on missions no real Jedi could or would do. Most of the time people looked concerned when the reactivation protocol had been completed and never was he too sure if it was because of him or the situation. Or because of vivid dreams of a time he couldn't recollect to be his timeline. Of a time where people would call him Jedi Lord or Lord of Light. Swamped were the memories of his real youth and at times strong the recollections of his forefathers.
So he stood there: a broken tool in a situation he was not trained for, trying to figure out how to comfort this woman who brought up all those insecurities and differences by her mere existance. And yet she didn't flee from him. She showed no sign of disgust or ill will towards him while both of them were caught and entangled in their own thoughts, memories and minds. Kaytren Li, healer and Jedi Master of the Bakuran Order was utterly fascinating Kel. The stark contrast between the two of them got him thinking and pondering made him question his normal isolation from the Jedi Order and so he took a leap of faith...
He tapped into his understanding of Ashla and opened his mind to it's light. He reached out into this vast ocean of warm and pureness of energy and wrapped it like a blanket around not only himself but Kaytren as well. Similar and yet so different to how he shared the innermost light of himself with a sickly Ashlin, he now tried use it as an offering of shelter from the darkness of days in the past. A light of warmth and peace most often used to disintegrate the emanations of the dark side and to keep himself on the right path. And while the use of this power came as easy to him as breathing he respectfully kept himself from simply forcing this pure energy upon Kaytren, instead allowing her to chose if she wanted to get under this metaphorical blanket to fend off the cold and darkness or to stay out of it. After all they were just getting to know each another.
"I remember the child. As much as my work might keep me distant from the Order I try to remember those who are innocent. Especially if there would be noone else to remember them. In this case...", Kel, who was looking at Kaytren since he had started to reach out with the Force since she has started to talk about the boy, shortly looked away but with an anewed determination to try his best to comfort her and work through this with her together started talking: "Allen Dorshen, he was born on Bimmisaari and taken in by a Watchman of the Order after he had sensed a slight affinity to the Force. Both parents live in poverty and where happy that their child could escape their life. I visited there and planted three trees bearing fruits. Luckily the Bimm are quite fond of great gestures and agreed to take care of the trees and to offer the fruits to poor for free."
His thoughts shortly dwelled on the human family on Bimmisaari who were so proud of their son who would help to maintain peace in the universe. Even though they knew they would never see him again, this pride had kept them warm. Warm enough to overcome the dreary depression of unemployment and try to find a work. To then work a soulless job with pride and have a second child, a girl this time who would hear stories about her brother. Who with five years told a stranger about a brother she had never met and in her enthusiasm would not realize that the can suddenly hurdling over the street in several feet distance where her doing as the Force was quite stronger in her than in her brother. Kel had left her with her parents back then. They were happy together and if the Force willed it another Watchman would find her. Or she would have a happy life with a happy family.
Kel offered to share those memories of the five days on Bimmisaari with Kaytren. Not sure if it would make her sad or happy to hear about the family and how things went for them. After all: life was not fair but from different perspectives sometimes incredibly beautiful.