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Star Wars: The Ones Who Live
Jaina
Jaina sat in Jagged Fel's cozy office waiting for him to arrive. She tried to stay focused but sad thoughts were tugging at her, like thoughts of Basil Warv the ramoan who saved Allana's life and how brave he was, and thoughts of her brothers and how much Ben reminded her of Aniken. Jag came in a pile of boxes in his hands and frowned "what's the matter Jaina I thought you were happy I finally got out of this position."
"I am" Jaina said "I was just thinking about how many people we lose when things like this happen" she said fighting off tears she was to strong for tears she could not show weakness.
"What" Jag chuckled "when people choose their leaders." Then he realized how truly sad she was and tried to adjust his approach, but found it was to late
Jaina frowned at him "that's not at all what I'm talking about."
"Okay then what is it Jaina" he put his hand on her shoulder sitting in a nearby seat "you know you can tell me anything."
"I'm talking about the war Jag" Jaina said " about all of the people we lost, in almost every war to date."
Jag frowned and thought about it for a minute "do you remember what your uncle said about the lake of apparitions." Jag said "about how it was just sort of a place to contemplate what you've done in life."
"Yeah sorta" Jaina said reluctantly "what's your point?"
"My point is maybe it's not so bad" Jag said "if you've only done good things you only have good things to think about, heck I wouldn't mind visiting old memories it's better than just being gone."
"Nobody has done only good things we've all done things that we probably deserve to die for in the past." Jaina said being argumentative.
"Yes but in the long term I'm sure we'd come to terms with that just like anything else." Jag replied "seriously what's all this about?" He asked
"I just feel like something is controlling all this" she said bluntly "like some people were made to die and the ones who live are doomed to suffer for their loss." And then the tears did come, all of the pain and sorrow. Jaina cried for Aniken, and Jacen, she cried for Mara, and Chewbacca, but most of all she wept for her father, who had lost his best friend and both his sons to the same monsters she cried for Luke who lost his wife and so many others before Jaina was even born she cried, but not only for the people who died, she cried for those who are left with the burden of being the ones who live
Jag was lost for words he truly didn't know what to say he just scooted his chair closer to her and wrapped his arm over her shoulders in his best attempt to comfort her.