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[suchaquietthing]

The Force is in all things; regardless of ability to feel it, it is in us and around us. Even mundane actions of the basest creatures can create detectable ripples in the Force. A mynock beating its wings on the plains could cause a sandstorm in the desert. And figuratively speaking, Jedi have much bigger wings. Many would not willingly give up

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[stuck_mynock]

Atton stares.

Reaches for a weapon.

Stares.

Flatly: "I was wondering when you'd show up."

[suchaquietthing]

There is no standing tall for Kreia now, nor hiding weakness. She is wounded, and that is something she cannot change.

She looks up at him, dead eyes covered by her hood. "And I was wondering whether you would once again have the courage to speak to me." She is quiet for a moment, feeling. Even if he does block his mind, the Force speaks to her and tells her the stories of the present. "Were you truly - was it out of some misplaced need for validation? Or merely because you have grown weary of the life of a Jedi?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Was I truly what?"

[suchaquietthing]

"Waiting, of course." Her tone remains the same detached thing that it always has been with him, but she gives the impression of being slightly bored.

(It is mostly a front, used with him.)

[stuck_mynock]

"Waiting for you? No. But I knew you might turn up." Beat. "Really hoped you wouldn't."

[suchaquietthing]

"I can't imagine why," she says, grimacing as she draws breath. "You would be an even greater fool if you had hoped for me to come."

[stuck_mynock]

"Are you going to cause trouble? Blackmail, betrayal, messing with people's heads, trying to kill the Force, that sort of thing?"

[suchaquietthing]

Kreia actually snorts. "Such things are matters of the living... and I am hardly alive at this point. I do not even know what or who it was that brought me to this place... perhaps this is the hell some spoke of."

Not that she believes it for one second.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton feels a little smug over, for once, having the advantage of knowledge over Kreia.

"I know who brought you here, and where here is."

[suchaquietthing]

Hmph. "Could you please tell me?"

See, even she can be civil, given the circumstances. The question is, will he?

[stuck_mynock]

"With sugar on top?"

[suchaquietthing]

If her eyes were not masked by the hood and long deteriorated from lack of use, she would roll them dramatically. "However you should like it."

[stuck_mynock]

"You're no fun when you're dead," Atton decides.

[suchaquietthing]

"Would you prefer me to torment you as I did before? To disregard you and turn your every word around?" She smirks. "I can assure you, it is something I could very easily do."

[stuck_mynock]

"I'd prefer it if you went away."

[suchaquietthing]

"Unfortunately, you and I both know I cannot do that."

It is partially a lie - but Atton doesn't exactly need to know that.